Wildreams, no's 37-43 inclusive

I'm glad I've managed to keep insomnia at bay for a while now, but the downside is that I'm having some absolutely nutty dreams while I'm slumbering. And not my usual insane brand of nonsensical, whimsical, disconnected narratives, but a collection of genuinely disturbing scenarios.
In one, I was being followed around by a seven-foot tall rodent that was dressed in what appeared to be Bedouin desert garb. My day at work panned out as normal, but this bloody thing kept getting closer and closer, and gave me the impression he was making serious judgments about me every second. No-one else could see him, and I was getting increasingly more paranoid and scared as the day wore on. In the end, I refused to drive home because I was convinced he would follow me there and do horrible things to my children.
In another one, I was a pilot for a large airline, but just as we arrived at our destination airport I remembered that I'd never actually learnt how to land. I was scrapping around trying to find a manual while the co-pilot (who seemed to be the inflatable autopilot from the movie 'Airplane!') was shouting at me about undercarriage deployment speeds and the best blend of tea to order with breakfast.
Even writing these things down here is making me feel a bit queasy. Amazing how our dreams can affect us, is it not?
I'll just give you one more - last night's offering, that led to me laying awake at 3am seriously considering calling 999 and asking for the duty psychologist...
I was a ballerina. And a bloody good one. But the problem was that I had been cast in a big production that required me to do some ridiculous high-dive off a train roof, and no-one seemed to care that I was wearing a cast on my leg to support a shattered ankle, despite me repeatedly showing them my x-rays and forcing them to talk to my surgeon via Zoom. It ended with me in mid-air, knowing I was about to be in agony, and thinking 'I really must change my agent.'
Madness.

RC 20-6-24