Thirty minutes ago I was tired. Thirty minutes ago I started picturing pleasant thoughts for pleasant dreams.

I was on a walk, in a park I frequent. I thought maybe I'd go tomorrow since I have the day off. 

As I walked the path in my mind, the hair on the back of my imaginary neck stood up. Animal. I imagine myself taking off my coat to seem bigger to disinterest a black bear. The bear turns out to be a bobcat and I freeze with fear. There's nothing to do but wait. It walks closer and rubs on my leg. Then it leaves. I stay frozen in fear for a length of time. I remember not to turn or run. I walk backwards, slowly, and make it to my car.

Then I break down, and since it's a Monday, no one is answering the phone to talk. Worse case scenario, over and over. I'm alone and scared. 

Thirty minutes ago, I was tired. Now I'm awake. Which is scarier, the situation I imagined myself in, or that I can't control my thoughts?