So, the fact that I keep dreaming about crossing dark passageways, where suddenly a 'bad' person appears & wants to hurt me, and I wake up screaming... that's stress, right?
When I was in high school I would dream that my teeth were falling out.
In college I would dream that a fire was starting in a room, and I was unable to move or make a sound to warn anyone.
Apparently I have moved on to the less nuanced, more blatant imagery of axe murderers and rapists trying to attack me in dark alleys.
A guess at what I have to look forward to in my dreams in years to come:
-the Black plague
-Bands of rogue monkeys
-the world running out of red wine
I'll keep you posted.