Oh dear

I'm not sure what I said in my sleep last night, but it was probably unusual. I was having a dream that my "brother" had died and I was distraught. I don't have a brother by the way. And the brother in my dream was a man I used to work with. Rather distrurbing. When I finally convinced myself to wake up, tears were streaming down my cheeks, and my pillow was soaked. I'm not really sure what all that was about, but maybe my kickboxing class last night was a little too much for me.