It is six-thirty in the morning and still dark out. I am lying on the floor cocooned in my military sleeping bag, having just awoken from another nightmare, and I feel lonelier than hell. Looking at the time, only a half hour has passed since I last woke up from another dream. This is the third night of no sleep . . . I’ve tried every little thing to fix it, too . . . I suppose all I can do now is ride it out till sunrise and then start driving south to get as far away from here as possible.