To sleep, perchance to dream...
I'm terrified that when I awaken in the morning Bush will be president. He virtually is already- unless something very unlikely happens, Ohio is his and with it, in all likelihood, the presidency. My countrymen and countrywomen will have shown themselves to be sheep, undeserving of the liberty and prosperity they claim as their own. I dearly love my country, and watching Bush turn her into a whore for another four years will throttle another little piece of my soul. This shall make me truly wretched, for I am already far too soulless as it is.
What is it called when you fear sleep not for what awaits you in that distant place, but for the nightmare that you may awaken into?