A report from the pillow:
I went to bed at 11:30 last night after a very peaceful, enjoyable Sunday. Because the pain in my shoulder/neck was back (no doubt attributable to Thursday night's craziness and Saturday's exposure to the cold) I took a tramadol before going to bed, expecting to sleep a solid six hours.
At 1:07 AM I woke up. I was having a sad dream -- a dream about loss -- and I woke up gasping for breath. Maybe gasping isn't the right word; exhaling was normal, inhaling was normal until about half way at which point I had to work harder to breathe in. It did not last long, maybe a minute, but it was unusual and I had never experienced it before.
3 hours ago