and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

I believe I'm having an anxiety attack.

There is the slightest feeling of nausea, but I'm certain it's a mental manifestation. My muscles are shaky in that post-workout way that you find compeling and enjoyable when indeed it is after a work-out, but not now. There are vague situations; tiny stories running through the back of my head up against the rear of my skull so I can't see them. My brain gets in the way. The little vermin race around and tease me as I catch glimpses of their mischief. One belies that there is a deadline, an urgency, something needs to be done! Quick, this is of the utmost importance. Another appears and then vanishes, spreading misrepresentations of my moral character. No, that's not me! Don't tell them that! Who do you think you are? They taunt me from right out of reach. Nothing is clear, the urgency is unfounded. Who is feeding these beasts? Is it the coffee? The lack of sleep? Perhaps the boxer-briefs, my boy's hate constriction... They need to be free.