I was yelling in a conference room when I woke, but I had been yelling about the horror I had to deal with. I woke, the bed sheet damp with anger sweat, got up and had a shower.I didn't dream just about the horror, there was a mix of personalities and predicaments including, bizarrely, a trip home via Dubbo. That last bit didn't make me mad, though. It was an add on.My psych said I'd be rubbery for at least a week after I finished with the horror and she was right. Multiple bouts of acute anxiety and dreams infested with the dross of my past. And a road trip via Dubbo, we can't forget that.I know dreams are the brain's way of storing and dealing with memories. But disturbing dreams being far more likely than good due to injury blows goats; I am proof.