The dreams haven't returned to me and I know by saying this that I'm dooming myself to suffering them tonight, but perhaps I want to. I think part of me is desperate to hide from them...and everything else, and the other part of me wants to know more. And if I'm going to find something important out, I might as well tempt the fate of dreams and suffer the nightmares.
Or I could eat seven eclairs and feel quite ill.
But god they were good.