Oh, Christ. Seems to be the week for nightmares. When I was 16-20, I had an extremely abusive boyfriend. I mean, like, the kind they make Lifetime Channel movies about. The kind that leaves the victim still dealing with PTSD 15 years later. This morning I had a dream I haven't had in a while -- that he forced me to move back in with him. It was really, really horrible. I started crying when I woke up. Great way to start the day, eh?