I'm not sure if this has been done here.
My last thought last night was, "I hope I don't stop breathing in my sleep and die. Please, God, if I die, keep me. Catch me when I fall. " *image of childhood swim instructors, fear of diving boards, dark blue deep end, wet feet, splashes and cold skin, being left to plunge alone where it is dark and I can't breathe, fear of nightmares and of being asleep, fear of death, vague voices whispering words that mean things other than their meanings*
My first thought this morning was,"I wonder what the mystical implications are of having that kind of kundalini-awakening experience in a dream."