Anxiety has been kind of through the roof recently; not really sure why, but it was enough to get me to want to get back in touch with the local counselling service a week or two back. In late January, I'm starting some sort of "course" that will hopefully be helpful; I'm skeptical and nervous about it, because it's a group session, but I guess we'll have to see. Sometimes you need to try new things.
In the meantime, something — which I can only assume to be said anxiety — has been causing very strange, vivid (in the moment), quite upsetting and often rather "angry"-feeling dreams. Like most dreams, they tend to fade once I'm up and about, but they leave something of a lingering impression and aren't the best way to start the day.
Last night's was particularly weird. The details are already hazy and fuzzy and what I do remember didn't make any sense. I remember being in a situation where I was getting along very well with someone — like, potential intimate relationship well — but, before things escalated into anything intense, I told them that I needed to admit something to them. That "something" was that I was already in a relationship, but I wasn't able to get that far; they quickly became irrational and unreasonable. And I forget how, but the situation rapidly escalated into me fleeing for my life while a significant number of people I knew from my past were chasing me with fury in their eyes; I didn't want to find out what would happen if they caught me.
Several peculiar things stick in my mind about this: firstly, the fact that I'm quite conscious that, despite people I know being involved in the situation, I wasn't myself in the dream; I was inhabiting someone else's body… consciousness… whatever. I can't tell who, but I know it wasn't myself; I didn't recognise myself, and I was conscious of the fact I wasn't "in the right place", as it were. I can't even tell if it was male or female, but I do know that the person who was the trigger for the whole situation was male, so I can only assume I was either a woman or a gay/bi man.
The other bizarre thing was how it was all resolved, because thankfully it was resolved before I woke up rather than leaving things hanging with fury and fear in the air.
I resolved the situation through time travel. Specifically, I travelled back in time to earlier in the day and prevented a mug from being broken, and for some inexplicable reason that ensured the whole situation didn't arise in the first place. What was perhaps even more odd was the fact that when I travelled back in time, I felt like I was back in my own body and consciousness again, almost as if the events weren't related at all. But something inside told me that they were.
Brains are weird, huh?