. . . . Have stopped. Perhaps you might say I was crazy to lose sleep over my job. The interesting thing is, I didn't know I was having a lot of nightmares until recently. I started remembering the nightmares. Some of them came true. I would hear an absurd rumor, have a nightmare about it, then, next thing you know, voila, it happened. It wasn't until I started sleeping restfully and peacefully, without waking up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep, that I remembered how chronically troubled I was.
Sweet dreams!
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