Breathing exercises are being employed as I type :D
I had a strange nightmare last night where my Mum and I set off down one of the nearby streets to go to a pizza place. Now, there isn't actually a pizza place down one of the streets near us, it's all industrial, but minds work in mysterious ways. Mum had been there once before, apparently, and the people were lovely.
We get there, and Mum has this amazingly long argument with the staff because they won't put pineapple on the pizza we want. The staff are not being lovely, and are instead being all condescending, saying what kind of dough they could use, all the other toppings, but not pineapple, oh no. And I suggest we just take the pizza, go to the local supermarket and get a tin of pineapple chunks, but she ignores me and just keeps arguing the point. Eventually she gives up, and we trek off home again, and when we're halfway there, I fall over and the pizza goes topping down into the dirt.
I think the fact this nightmare was so upsetting, scary and downright torturous is what gets me. An innocuous dream with very real fear, sorrow and loathing.