No worries.
A hypochondriac is someone who thinks the littlest thing means they have an illness and/or are sick. And forgive me, I spelled it wrong in my first post. HYPO-, not HYPER-.
But yeah, I'm just always preoccupied with getting some illness. I look at everything as a symptom of something to come. People with it can get obsessive and start self diagnosing, which isn't smart. You go online and start looking up everything. There's a name for that too, when you use the internet to diagnose yourself. And it's not smart because the internet makes everything scary. It'll make a person with a simple headache think that they have an aneurysm. So yeah, I've had to cool down and have been told to stop.
So when I start thinking for instance that I have gangrene and am going to lose my fingers or hands, I start feeling a panic attack coming on, but it never does. Basically I always think I'm dying from something.
But yeah, those voices. I don't know. I mean one time I was just laying in bed and I heard my favorite singer singing one of her songs just as clear as day in my head. It was weird. That instance, it wasn't scary at all. But yeah. And I can tell when it's going to happen. My head starts to feel all spaced out and airy and loose inside, like there's nothing holding anything together and that's when it happens.
One night I was stuck in this loopy nightmare. I kept waking up inside my dream in my bedroom in pitchblackness thinking that I was awake and I would get to a certain point and realize I was still dreaming and I'd go to scrunch my eyes and wake myself up and I'd wake up in my bed again only to find out that I was still dreaming. This happened like 7 times. Freaked me out. I was like, "I can't do this forever, how long is this going to last?" Because it was a lucid dream and I was aware of everything. The very last time I woke myself up inside the dream and this dark figure was down on their hands and knees and as I got out of bed wondering if I was finally awake or still asleep, it attacked me and freaked the heck out of me and I finally woke up. One of the worst nights of my life. Like Groundhog Day in reverse.
I don't know how old you were when that was happening to you, but mine went on for too long. I was in my teens still suffering. I thought it was normal to have nightmares every night by that time. But when I was really young. Like 6 and younger, I was scared to sleep by myself only because my parent's room was at the end of the hall and I was on the other side by myself. I was closer to the front door. And I'd hear creaks and noises at night from the house. Just normal stuff. So I'd sneak down and sleep with my mom and/or dad. If my mom was awake, she'd make me go back to my room though. So I'd just come back later when she was asleep and ease on in. hehe.