Be still my sleeping brain. But no, like a train you career along tracks of fear and pain.

Looking out of the window I see demons glaring at me. Monsters from the past after me dash ingendering terror and shame.

Oh dear god still my racing brain.

(The above was inspired by the following post on Behind the White Coat, https://doctorly.wordpress.com/2015/03/22/etude-to-silence/?c=16368#comment-16368) in which Victo discusses the problems encountered by some when they encounter silence. When one sleeps the distractions which keep us from silence are removed and the subconscious is given full reign. During the wee small hours when we sleep terrors creep out of their hiding places to torment us.