Last night I slept with the TV on. Night before last, I had trouble sleeping, and after roaming around the apartment looking for prowlers, I lay down and immediately fell into a most unhappy dream.

I was underwater in a pool and passed by another swimmer who had apparently just thrown up into their mask and was trying to remove the mask and reach the surface. I turned toward the stairs thinking that I should get out of the water and pull this person to safety when everything shifted and I was the person who couldn't get out of the water. I took a deep breath so I could get the energy to get out of the pool and realized I had inhaled under water which wasn't a good idea. It didn't hurt, though, and even as I drifted down I thought, "I'm going to die and it doesn't hurt. It's like dreaming." Then everything went black (except for, oddly enough, the little breath bar that showed how long I had left) and I bolted upright in bed.

So I slept with the TV on and didn't have another nightmare. When I did get up in the middle of the night, I watched an episode of Good Eats and went to sleep again.