PTSD Dream - but make it also funny

 I haven't really dreamt much since it happened. Some of that is because I haven't slept enough at a time to really reach dream state, but maybe my brain is just protecting me. The night before last I had a migraine and my tooth was hurting me. I fell asleep and slept hard, but when I woke up just before my alarm, I was nauseous in a cold sweat. The headache was gone but sometimes in the wake of migraines I have a migraine hangover. I feel spacey, sweaty, and a general sense of uneasiness and dread in the pit of my stomach. 

This, however, was probably more due to the nightmare that plagued my sleep.

I dreamed I went to the dentist where they did xyays. And on the xrays they found bugs in my teeth. If that weren't bad enough, the types of bugs they said they were, was an indication that I had a fatal condition and would die soon. I didn't tell anyone. And instead I set up an appointment to come back to the dentist for them to euthanize me. I drove there in the rain, alone, and the dentist office helped me pick out my grave. We went back into the office and there were fish tanks everywhere and I began to feel very scared and nervous. So I called Trina and my mom and they both were there immediately wondering what the hell I was doing.

I told them if I was dying I wanted to break the trauma cycle of us finding loved ones dead. I didn't want anyone to find me dead. The cycle was ending with me. They begged me to get a second opinion. And when the doctor pulled up my xrays and showed me the bugs, I googled this disease and found the iimages didn't match what I was seeing. So I agreed to ask for a second opinion. 

I then turned to my mom and said I wanted to take the kids to Disney before I died, and she said "ok, we'll go next weekend". I then woke up and did, in fact, have to go to the dentist to get a cavity filled.

The further from sleep, and the dream, I was, the more strange and sometimes funny it seemed. But in the moment it was terrifying and made me feel sick most of the morning. Yay PTSD.

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