I remember last night's dream.
I was at my school with my peers and I decided to stop by the vending machine and buy some stuff since I was hungry. I remember I joked about dumb things with them and I felt happy and fearless. It was a really nice dream and it went on for some more time.
When I woke a single word popped in my mind: fear
As soon as I realized it had all been a dream I felt down and anxious. I've been more paranoid of diseases this week (more than the usual) and I dread having cancer or some life-threatening disease. I knew that, as soon as I got up, I was going to start getting paranoid because my head hurt (even though I know I stayed up late at night and over-slept) and I was going to start tormenting myself.
I did not wish to get up; all I wanted to do was to fall asleep and dream again so my brain would shut up and think about other harmless and positive things. I can't seem to control this paranoia and fear of diseases, it's always been with me, and it's intensified in recent years.
I forced myself out of bed, but immediately regretted this decision. I felt horrible (and I still do), all my negative and obsessive thoughts came back to me as I set my foot on the bedroom floor.
I'm worn out mentally, and it seems to me that any stimulus (visual or auditive) worsens the mess that my mind is in.