Unfortunately so. Did Regina want it to get stranger? Not really. Maybe if she didn't sleep...well, that was a thought to consider. Perhaps if she avoided unconsciousness, if she evaded it swiftly and didn't even attempt to meet the Sandman night after night, day after day, then she wouldn't have to deal with the life being choked out of her by so much anger, so much bitterness, so much black tar that coated her lungs and made it difficult to breathe. How long could one stay awake? She'd probably go mad first.
"I don't want to hurt you," she said, effectively breaking the ice - or addressing the elephant in the hallway. "So if you think I do, then you're wrong."
She paused in front of Mary Margaret's classroom. Waiting.