It Wasn't A Dream

Standing in a dark bathroom, I am seeing a long tunnel of infinite, ever changing tiny green lights. I feel as if I am opening my eyes, but they are closed. I seem to be slowly spining clockwise, but I am standing on the ground. I feel the same sense of powerful, primal fear, the one I've been trying to overcome. I'm telling myself I will be safe, but I think about L. and don't quite believe it. My heart is pounding. I tell myself, "Don't Die." Keep going, but don't die. Don't die. Don't die.