Killer Sea Life of Doom (and other scary dreams)

I don't have nightmares. I have stress dreams.
Dreams that include:
The brakes not working in stop-and-go traffic...
or
not being able to remember where I parked my car...
or
.... no, basically, it's pretty much the brakes not working on the car. Psh.

And I know there's got to be some sort of pshyco-analitical reason behind this, but really, it's getting old.

But, when I don't dream about my car not working properly, I'm having nightmares about killer whales and other sea life. (Okay, so they're sort of nightmares. Not the type where I wake up screaming--I've never done that, although I have woken up crying a few times over the years--- but I'm pretty freaked out in the dream, which makes for an overly-stressful occasion of resting)

No no, it's not a joke. In the past, what? Four months? I've had at least a dozen and a half scary dreams about large, Holly-killing sea life. It started with Killer Whales. Then it evolved to include mostly only giant bat-ray things that always have nefarious plots and large, slick black bodies of doom and torture.

No wonder I get headaches all the time! I'm constantly worrying about being sucked in some evil bat-ray's eating/sucking hole when I'm sleeping, which is SUPPOSED to be the time that my brain RESTS!

Obviously, my brain never got that memo. Oh no. Being unconscious is when my brain comes to life. 9 times out of 10, my stories have begun with a crazy dream I had.

And while I enjoy having an alert imagination, sometimes, I just want to sleep. I sure never expected dreaming to be stressful, but then again, what do I know?

Exactly.