I fell asleep last night feeling highly anxious about something. When I woke up this morning, the high anxiety continued. I think this happened because I dreamt about being anxious. My whole dream was flooded with the awful sense of panic and foreboding that come with my anxiety.
I don't remember much of the dream, but I remember being on a balcony or something that only had one support beam in the middle, and was tipping from side to side. There were a bunch of other people on there, too, who were wholly unconcerned about the possibility of falling to our deaths from the wobbly balcony. Every time someone moved, the balcony swayed, and I freaked out some more.
The strangest thing was how REAL the anxiety felt. I've been having very realistic dreams recently, and this was one of the realest. It's just so odd that a dream can affect me so much. It was completely a figment of my imagination, but the feelings it evoked set the tone for my whole day. It was just weird.