(Please describe what you look like; Gender, age, etc., and you are in exile instead of Tommy.)

You wished you were only in a nightmare, and that you would soon wake up from it, but when you awake with a start, seeing you were in the same tent that you swear you have nightmares of, you disappointingly realize that this isn't a nightmare.

With a groan that turned into a quiet sigh, you wished you could have stayed in your crappy bed, (that you have gotten used to sleeping in at this point), and procrastinate your life of these past few days, but you knew that you had to expect that damned green bastard, Dream, to visit you.