Nightmares:

Involving plane crashes, shrapnel and avoiding said shrapnel behind cement garbage can. People die. Big chunks of sidewalk are destroyed in front of the church next to my school.

Conversations in dim light, on a bed, "I thought we were gonna have a nice weekend and then I was going to get rid of ya. But I guess that's happening now."

Pushing fingers into pressure points, hoping to find some hidden door.

All I get is someone's back.