Okay, so in this nightmare I’m a news anchor. Or I work on the show or something. Anyway this other news anchor died. Never explained who he was or how he died. I was upset, but the rest of the news team was trying to turn it into some big publicized thing. And I was angry. I wanted to take control of the news story and change how it was presented. And I did. But I lost traction or something and they got control back.

So we’re at the last segment and I was there in the back and they said something that really got under my skin and I walked out there and I mean I’m ready to deck a fool. But as I’m holding the guy’s chair back and about to lay one into his face, I realize that I wasn’t the only one who missed him and he wouldn’t have wanted this.

And it hits me just how much it hurts. It just hurts so much that he’s gone. And-and I stumble off set weeping and I just curl up in front of a door and cry and cry. And when I wake up… it still hurts. And it’s stupid. It wasn’t real, but I couldn’t make it stop hurting. So all I could do is lay there, struggling to hold back tears, just so I can go back to sleep.