A Sunday afternoon nap, what could be better? More relaxing? Well, perhaps one in which you don’t dream both your boyfriend and your father are in the hospital dying of some unknown disease. But it isn’t just unpleasant for yourself, oh no, it can also be a drag for the person living in your apartment who had to listen to you whimpering and yelling out loud. Yeah, it pretty much just sucks all the way around. Go figure.