I wake up with sweat making the sheets stick to my skin. It takes me a while to realize what happened.

I groan in agony and flop back between the pillows on my bed but rest won’t come. This dream was unexpected.

Shot to death underwater….. but that wasn’t me because I’m right here. It didn’t really happen. I have nothing to fear.

And yet my heart still pounds and the residual fear still travels through my veins.

This one was slightly different than the usual trapped in freezing water and drowning. But still, there was water. And I was dying. Dead. But not really of course.

But it doesn’t matter if it was just another dream. It still scared me to death.