This unsettling sensation was not due just to the awkward sleep cycle. I had one of the most terrifying dreams of my life. It's a day later, so I don't remember all the details as vividly as when I, not so much as woke up, but merely opened my eyes and realized I was in my room.
The dream started out with me on some type of boat, which is always a bad sign, because for some reason ( I had no childhood traumatic experience with water or drowning ) I have a subconscious fear of being forced under water.
No, actually, now that I am really thinking about it, I did. I spent six summers at the JCC Summer Camp, and at least one day a week we went to this swimming pool on top of a neighboring building. I couldn't have been older than seven, and this older boy (I don't think he was a counselor, just some random kid) kept pushing my head under the water and holding it there everytime I tried to swim to the side of the pool. I couldn't touch the bottom anywhere, so I was panicking and still he kept pushing me down wherever I went. In the end one of the counselors came over and stopped him, but I can still feel the panic that engulfed me in those moments.
Anyway, back to the dream. I was in a boat, or maybe just in the sea, and there was this one massive tsunami wave. I mean, so incredibly large that just the sight of it it absolutely terrifying. I felt the undertow pull me up to the crest of the giant, and then i was flung off into this great hole that had been created by the pull of the wave, and then the wave crashed on top of me and crushed me.
I didn't die, though. The dream transitioned into a sort of college/camp type atmosphere, except there were parents there. My mom had died in the sea, and I was going to her funeral. At the end of the funeral, I left. But then Kate found me and told me that I had accidentally left too early and my Dad had read a poem at the end. I was immersed in guilt.
The grief that consumed me during that dream was so realistic and haunting that when I woke up I had to call my mom (at midnight on a Tuesday night) to make sure that she was still alive.
One of the most terrifying dreams I've ever had. Hands down.
So, basically. I want to go home.