These might sound really stupid but they encapsulate some visceral fears.
Two mornings ago I woke up panicked. In my dream I'd broken my New Year's resolution to stop drinking alcohol. In the dream I was guzzling that horrible 211 Steel Reserve crap that homeless guys and naughty girls love, because it's cheap and terribly strong. I did drink that stuff for a couple months last year, but got tired of the similarity to actual liquor blackouts and opted for craft beer instead.
It was a relief to realize that the drinking happened only in a dream this time. It's crazy how a drug or alcohol experience can play out in a dream, to where the person actually feels intoxicated. No worries, this used to happen to me pretty constantly during the two years (2013-2015) that I stayed dry teetotaling. Ugh....
Second dream was so strange.
This morning I dreamed of falling on my ass in a park lawn with a really aggressive squirrel trying to eat something in my backpack.
I couldn't get away and like Cujo the dog, the squirrel locked on and sprang for my pant leg. I woke up before it got worse than that but remember shaking my arms in the dream like a weasel was biting.