Hitting the nail on the head

I had one of those nights last night that would be a dream to Freud. No pun intended. But each deep seated worry I worry was trotted out at some point. Almost a montage of my anxieties, like, "What's next Johnny?" The childhood friend she still dreams about - come on down! This one includes family members and tears! Coming up next...the problem she can't seem to solve, played over and over and over again! At one point during the night my brain finally woke me up like, enough already we've walked through this dream now 50 times and nothing is getting solved. I woke up in that in-between awake and sleep phase and decided my entire life's problems were hung up in the fact that the room was too hot. I huffed into a sitting/squatting position and yanked the cord to turn on the ceiling fan. Bud stirrred and mumbled, "What's wrong babe?" "I'm HOT in here is all," "Are you going through the change of life?"