Dream of the death of a friend

I woke up at 3:06 a.m., crying in my sleep as I dreamed about the death of a friend. There are times you think you can handle anything, and mentally you're doing just great, but I was bawling my eyes out, and nearly hyperventilating from the effort.

It's hard to go back to sleep after something like that, but I eventually did. The dreams the rest of the night weren't any worse, but they weren't pleasant, either.

For the record, I knew I wasn't going to be able to fall asleep last night, so I went for a long walk starting at 9 p.m., then took a shower. I ended up staying up until after 11 p.m., listening to YouTube songs in bed (mostly the Indigo Girls) before finally falling asleep.