While it is very pleasant indeed to have dreams in which cookwitch comes to visit me, next time have it not be a dream in which there is a hurricane and the house we're in blows over. It got my heart rate up really high and made it hard for me to sleep. I realize you're not responsible for the people upstairs being so loud at 4 in the morning nor the fact that I was too warm and my tummy felt a bit odd, but you still could have helped me get back to sleep in my own bed and before 5 AM. I feel it's highly unlikely that gods have day jobs, so you can't really sympathize with my predicament, but if you felt like I do right now you'd be kicked off of Mount Olympus for deriliction of duty.
Yours with insomnia,