When my dreams endure pain.....

This past Sunday morning, I had the most painful dream. I was crying, tormented, defeated, hopeless, and near death. It was the awful feelings that I experienced a little over a year ago, right after I had gone into a three month medical leave of absence from work...due to my clinical depression. 

The feeling was soreal; I didn't feel like a dream. So you could definitely imagine how relieved I felt to wake up and realize that I was still asleep. It still disturbs me because, sleeping is when I get a chance to break free from the craziness of my reality right now. It frightens me that I can lose peace and not only relive harsher moments from the past year while at rest and when I'm awake.