My mind kept jolting me awake last night with some pretty disturbing imagery.
I was on a plane trip over the Pacific and the weather was horrible, lots of turbulence, as I got up to go to the bathroom to puke, three hijackers forced me back into my seat, stabbing me in the stomach slightly with whatever small sharp objects they had.
Then, I was at a bar waiting for M and Marie to show up, but they showed up late. And when they did, Marie was covered in bruises, having been brutally mugged. M helped her to hobble over to the bar, which was the closest place to find a bathroom for her to clean up.
Another scene had me sitting tied up in a chair, unable to speak, my eyes glazing over. Someone was checking my pockets for... something.
The scene that finally had me nearly in tears, was my Mom telling me Dad had died. At the hospital, they had mixed up the paperwork, so we couldn't find his body in the morgue.
I felt utterly helpless and alone in pretty much all of those dreams. I even tried forcing myself to dream something nice, so I could get back to sleep. I would try thinking of having sex with M, or lying on the beach, or just simply trying to feel an imaginary hug. None of it worked.
I did eventually get back to sleep all three times I woke up, but man... my mind is seriously insecure right now apparently.