Sunlight streamed through the tattered pink curtains. I ran my hand over my face. I had a terrible headache, one that felt like lightening had cracked a boulder. I rolled out of bed in search of water. I stumbled to the bathroom, then gulped the cold liquid straight from the tap. The terrible dream struck me as I stared at my wet face in the mirror. I was still dressed in my work smock with the fresh holes torn in my knees. Was that just a dream? How had I gotten home? The angry red lines ...