I've been having violent dreams lately. Vivid dreams. Angry. Dreams where I punch people who've never done me any harm. People who I haven't seen in ten years. People with normal jobs, leading normal lives with their wife and kids. Day trips on weekends and smiling photographs at cute restaurants. Coats zipped up against the wind as they watch their son play with his puppy in the leaves on a long coastal walk. My fist sails into their face. I've been having violent dreams lately. They're happy, and I ******* hate them for that