It's no problem sleeping, I could do that for England. I'd get a gold medal in the Olympics for it. The problem I'm having lately is terrible nightmares. I scream my head off and scare the life out of my poor husband. He's ever so good and soon comforts me, but whatever is causing this? I'm not on any medication, and eat the same things as usual. Last night, a black expressionless face hovered over me and I knew it was Death. A woman with scarlet lips accompanied it brandishing an enormous machete dripping with blood! Very Harry-Potterish eh? I don't watch horror films or read horror books. Am I going bonkers? (Answers on a postcard please...)