So last night got to sleep at midnight, woke at 3am from a nightmare that both my boyfriend and my Dad had been murdered by an assassin, toyed with the idea of taking some pills to get me back off but resisted that temptation, finally fell back to sleep around 4am and went straight into what seemed to be part 2 of exactly the same dream where my boyfriend and Dad were still murdered and I was making funeral arrangements - I think I prefer the insomnia! One of these days I'll remember every minute detail of these dreams and write a best selling novel!