Dreams and Dreamers

Strange dreams have assaulted me this night. I fought with beasts of darkness and thunder whose evil laughter haunts me now. Their unseen faces hid some knowing smirk. I fended them off but found myself defended in the last from sleep, waking with a shout on my bed. There is my explanation, since you ask. I came down to your library to read and smoke and seek some meaning by these drowsy musings of my nightmare. I see, though, in your eyes, in your unease, and in your coming down so early too; perhaps, I guess right, you also dreamed?