Oh man. I just had the worst nightmare. It was one of the worst kind, too, where I wake up thinking someone is in the apartment but my glasses are out of reach and it’s far too dark to see much of anything anyway. I kept still in the dark for a few moments before I heard my cat wriggle into a better sleeping positing as he let out a deep exhale, then jumped to attention and as he tried to hack up a hairball. Nice.
I wish someone would create a nightmare hotline to help nightmare sufferers get a grip and get back to sleep. You could call up and pick out soothing grandmotherly voices, the voice of a half-asleep lover, a cat purr– anything, anything really, that would help you back to sleep.