Bad Dream (with addendum comment)

I had a bad dream. I had a really bad dream about you, and about me. It's a little before 5am and I am awake, wide awake. My stomach is in knots. I know when I tell you about it, you're going to laugh and tell me, "it was just a dream, nothing more." But oh my God, I felt the weight of the world come crashing down on my shoulders. I really do feel sick. I'm still shaking, and I can't make it stop. I feel like a little kid who had a nightmare in the middle of the night at a sleepover or in a strange place. I'm too scared to get up and call anyone, and all I can do cry and just pray that the morning comes fast so I can get out of here.

They say the mind is a beautiful thing, sometimes I think mine is the opposite.

ADDENDUM:
Ok, the time is now 6:45am, and while at the gym, still upset, still feeling like I was going to lose it at any given moment, I realized something, I AM AN IDIOT. It was a dream! A stupid dream at that! I know my hunny loves me!!! Why the hell am I upset?!?! It was a stupid, NOT REAL dream and I cannot believe I let it bother me. F U dream!! YOU'RE NOT REAL!!!! HA! FACE!