His dreams were confusing... He was lost on a tidal wave of disjointed, violent visions. He felt an undercurrent of intense anticipation... fear... anxiety... through each of the dreams. Somehow he maintained the awareness that he was dreaming all through his restless hours of sleep.<br/><br/>He was too restless to sleep long, though he probably needed it. When he woke, the room was nearly black. The sun had set long ago. So it had been at least three hours... but no more than five, he estimated. Good enough...<br/><br/>After stretching a bit, he clambored awkwardly to his feet. The room still spun a bit, his head throbbing mildly to remind him it was still miffed at him. His knee felt so stiff he could hardly bend it... and when he tried it also voiced its complaints about his treatment of late.<br/><br/>Growling, he crept closer to the window to peek outside.