I woke up this morning from the second of those dreams I've had, so far, on the trip.

I'm frantically searching for a place to be alone. My groin's on fire and I want to soothe it. I eventually settle for locking myself in the bathroom and making do. It wasn't really good enough and I woke up frustrated.

I still don't know if I ever actually touch myself during sleeps like that.

There have been no reports of me talking in my sleep.

All the dreams I've had on the road were bad. They aren't really nightmares, but rather expressions of anxiety that I wasn't even aware I was feeling. Dreams of bad shows, returning to work to find everything changed (especially the prices of everything), friends disliking me, and generally all things gone wrong.