and what about those who can't just wake themselves up?

I had a real nightmare last night for the first time since I was ten and dreamed of flying monkeys after watching Wizard of Oz. Even stranger because the night before I had the most fun and random dream where I was at Donna and David's wedding in an episode of Beverly Hills 90210, but I digress. The dream last night began as a seemingly innocent Grey's Anatomy episode, but ended with... serious human rights abuses. The images and events must of been from my StreetTalking days for Amnesty International -- genocide, child soldiers, etc. -- and it was darn scary. My brain did that thing where you wake yourself up as a defense mechanism so I was wide awake at 3.30am thinking of how... I should be more involved with Amnesty and the like. Especially this year I've resorted to just giving money, and although that's important, I dunno... man it was scary... it was a dream and it freaked me out so bad; I can't even begin to imagine what it'd be like for a woman in Darfur... and here I am in New Zealand where my biggest worry is passing an exam. Just doesn't seem right... it just doesn't seem right.