In my dreams...

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like I'd walked through the desert for 13 days on end, screaming until my voice was no more. Yelling for death to come. For hell to come. For something to come. I ran down my ladder from the bed and frantically grabbed a water bottle from my above storage. I literally drank the whole thing without stopping so much that it poured down the front of my shirt. I don't know what was wrong, what was going on in my dreams, but it was scary.