I need advice – especially if this or anything like it has ever happened to you.

The last three nights, I’ve had a very hard time sleeping. I am having what I can only describe as obsessive nightmares about my classes and homework. I am dreaming about doing my work – the same things over and over and over. I have been making an effort to be less stressed, and have been doing much better, so it makes no sense to me as to why I am stressing while I sleep. It has been getting progressively worse, but not so much so that I’ve been worried about it. Until now.

Last night it was the worst yet – I remember the dream vividly – I worked on a painting until 11 or so. The last color I painted with was yellow. It sounds odd, but it’s important to know that. I went to bed, and woke up extremely naucious. In the dream, I was painting very difficult, fine lines, and every time I worked with yellow, in the dream (and I expect in real life) I would get extremely naucious – but only with yellow. I climbed down from the top bunk, and was able to make to make it o farther than the sink – I leave what followed to your imaginiation.

My roommate woke up, and asked if I was ‘Okay.’ I sat on her bed and told her all that had happened. While I was telling her, my stomach started cramping terribly. I was scared to go back to sleep in case it happened again, and scared to get back into the top bunk for the same reason. I was really pitiful, curled into a ball at her feet, sobbing. My roommate, you should know, is a saint. Really. She got me a cool wet rag for my forehead, and rearranged everything so that I was in her bed, and she was on a pallet on the floor. I was in no mood to complain, but didn’t actually realize what she did until I woke up this morning.

I went to the nurse’s office of my university about 8am, where a completely innept and rather bitchy nurse gave me something called ‘grasshopper’ for my stomach, dramamine pills to help me sleep, and something else for my head, which was pounding when I woke up. She warned me I might be sleepy – understatement of the year. I slept solid until 5pm, except for about 30 minutes when I woke up just enough to have a sprite and some crackers Jess got me. I got up, showered, and went to my 3 hour class at 5:30, and then did some homework.

I’m surprisingly sleepy for having been in  adrug-induced coma all day. And yet, here it is, 1:40am, and I’m scared to go to sleep – I don’t want to experience what happened last night ever again, nor do I want to risk another obsessive anxiety attack/nightmare. Has anyone here ever experiences anything like this, or have an idea how I can deal with it? Any advice would be helpful..