bad dreams

Sometimes I have my mind so full of worries I find it difficult to breath. My heart is pounding so loud I can't hear the sound of my own thoughts. I can't move and the world is spinning around me so fast, I can feel the pressure building up and I am getting smaller and smaller until I get swallowed by daemons I have created.  I wait in the darkness for someone to rescue me, I wait and hope for a hand to pull me out of my own nightmares. I hope to wake up. But I am so afraid of opening my eyes. I am afraid to see what is out there.