Do you think you are having panic attacks?

"I rarely have nightmares anymore"...famous last words right God?!
I have been working with my mom at her school all week but have been going upstairs and sleeping the majority of the day away; this means one of two thing, 1) I am not sleeping at all at night but instead playing online or watching television, or 2) I am sleeping at night but the sleep I am getting is worth nothing more than a penny paid against our debt built up during this war we have recently found ourselves in. Night before last I had a nightmare that was so scary that when when questioned, I did not want to talk about it but instead just turned the question around on the one asking. I guess now is probably a good time to talk about it considering I use this blog as a form of really really cheap therapy as well as an informative piece. I woke up drenched in sweat after (in my dream), dying my hair blond while in some sort of witness protection group, joining a drug counseling group and living in a "safe" house where keys weren't used but instead codes to every door including my bedroom and the bathroom. I remember standing in my house doing this and that and someone who eerily looked like Mr. Big from Sex and the City walked in. I guess somehow I knew he shouldn't have been there and I ran but before I could get the back door code in, my finger was blown off by a gun shot. I woke up shortly after all this happened and have absolutely no idea what could have set that kind of nightmare off. Today, I was exhausted in the classroom and did not really see any child in desperate need for attention so I went upstairs to read, I read a few chapters and fell asleep. This time, the nightmare flip flopped between two scenes. In one scene, I was at a basketball game desperately searching for a paper fan in the shape of a sun, I was much younger and without this fan I think I could not properly cheer for my team. Strange...ya think?! The other scene was at a water park in an innertube with two other people and we were on a water slide that seemed to be a skate park 1/2 pipe. The innertube would go up one side and then down and to the other side but would go to far and flip over, the water was soapy and the bubbles kept getting in my face to only suffocate me like at the foam party in BG. Every time we would flip over I would nearly drowned. Today I woke up with all my muscles sore as if I had been flexing for the previous two hours and I was still exhausted. I am sure there is an underlaying reason or meaning behind these nightmares but I am really just getting tired of them. I am happy, quite frankly, it's about damn time that I am happy...these past two years have sucked but the last two days have just been weird.