The dreams would have been disturbing enough with the faces of the small children peering at her through the darkness and the fluttering, clinging wings.<br/><br/>But waking to find herself damp and smelling of blood, mud and gunsmoke was truly terrifying -- she liked being in control -- waking to find that she seemed to have been outside, smeared in blood that was not her own and with the distinct impression that she'd shot someone or something was no mere bad dream but a true nightmare. She didn't even remember it!<br/><br/>Shakily, she climbed out of the bed, stripping away her clothing and hiding it away amongst the rest of her clothing. Some of it had transfered to the bed, but maybe not so much that the servants would think anything of it. Later she could have her maid deal with the nightgown.<br/><br/>Then she took the rag and water from the washbasin and scrubbed at her skin until it was pink and clean. It was cold and unpleastant, but she didn't want to send for hot water yet. Finished, she dressed in a clean nightgown and rang for a servant to bring her tea.