My nightmares are so stupid and grown up anymore. After a really busy night at my part time job I dream of never ending nights bartending and I can’t keep the glasses stocked. I’ll wake up and have to talk aloud to myself: “GloPro, the bar is closed. There is no one there. No one needs a drink. Go back to bed. You’re fine.”
All of my nightmares are equally anxiety driven, so, no. I do not wish they were any more real than they already are, as most are a direct reflection of my current life stressors.