Chapter SixWhat a weird nightmare.
Sitting up in bed, I rub my irritated eyes and wonder if I slept with mascara on.
As the dream clears from my groggy brain, I recall the much stranger happenings that preceded it. The details of last night’s performance slowly come back to me, and I feel sure that most, if not all, had to be a dream or a hallucination.
The key question is: how much?
Did the show itself happen?
Grabbing my phone, I find that it’s dead—I was too out of my mind to charge it.
My nightstand clock shows that it’s 5:20 a.m. on Monday morning, ten minutes before my alarm is supposed to go off and nine minutes before the time in my morgue nightmare.
I get up, put my phone on the charger, and pull back the curtains.
Examining myself in the mirror, I confirm that I have heav
