When I had Cushing's, my dreams were so vivid. When I had a nightmare, I would wake up sweaty and tearful, like something had actually happened to me. I thought I was done with nightmares, but this week, with all the chaos and tragedy surrounding the Boston Marathon Bombings, including a manhunt that lasted about 24 hours, I was having sleepless nights, and living basically in a nightmare. I watched on Monday as the blasts happened, from my living room couch, commenting on the military presence right before the first bomb went off. I sat in shock watching all of these great people run towards the bomb to help the victims, and wondered if any of the helpers or victims were people I knew. Last night, as the suspects went on a rampage through Cambridge and Watertown, I sat awake in my bed glued to twitter to find out what was happening. Today, I went to work, and every time someone that looked even remotely like the suspects rounded the corner, my heart raced. Tonight, just a