This Day His Nightmare Lived

Today has been very much like one of my nightmares. At work, at home, the pressure from relentless assholes, having to drive the same routes over and over and over, getting financially ripped off, being the target of incessant screaming, the cold rain stinging my face.  I have been drawing this one all week, and then, today, it just seemed to finish itself.  I don't know if I lived my nightmare, or my nightmare came out and lived in my day.  I feel twisted in the middle of it all. If I had a woman to bare her breasts to me, and offer her skin for me to lay my head. But I only have the cold rain.  
I don't know if I lived my nightmare, or my nightmare lived me.  But I feel exhausted and confused, and I have a headache, just like when i get up from a night of endless dreams.  When I started this drawing I had no idea how special and notable it would end up being.