I dreamt last night that I was walking in the rain on the Interstate. The road was covered in ice. I was with two friends, and they tried desperately to push me up an ice covered hill, but to no avail. In my thoughts, the icy walk reminded me of long backpacking trips, and I knew there would be an end to the icy road. But my feet kept slipping, and my friends kept pushing.

How long can a boy go without sleeping? When do the nightmares sneak out into the daylight?