moving, mimosas, and dreams

i am officially moving tonight. we have rounded up a few strong boys to help with the heavy stuff and are having a "moving party" tonight. we are not paying them, but beer and pizza will be provided and they seemed grateful for at least that. i am taking off this afternoon, and will be off of work for the next couple of days trying to get situated. i am SO EXCITED about having a place of my own again. well, not my own as the wife will be my roommate, but you know ... MY things will be there and i'll be sleeping in MY bed. i had a long day yesterday. we found out that this great mexican resaurant is now serving "bottomless mimosa's" during brunch on the weekends for $8. let me tell you.... i can certainly drink more than $8 worth of mimosas, so finding out that information is like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. mmmmmm......mimosas. we thought ourselves clever when we asked for "mo' mimosas" but it might not have been quite as funny to our server. everything starts becoming a lot funnier when your drinking mimosas first thing in the morning. hehehe. have i ever mentioned the nightmares that i have on occasion? it's been quite some time since i've had a pretty bad one, but last night i woke up in a cold sweat - scared half to death. since i can remember, i have been afraid of the dark. what is it about night time that is so scary to some? i used to sleep with the light on. i got brave and turned the lights off when i was in high school... but i always have a night light or the t.v. on still to this day. sometimes i have really evil dreams. i believe in a spirit world, and firmly believe that i've been visited on more than one occasion by the bad kind. call them demons or ghosts or what you will, but if you've never experienced this -- count yourself lucky. most often, they are in some way attacking me in my dream and always - i can't breathe. i wake up, feel like my neck and/or chest has been constricted, and still find it difficult to breathe. the room is cold, and i'm sweating. it's some scary sh*t. i wonder, did it really happen, or is my body just reacting to the dream? sometimes (in the dream) i am watching this happen to myself and i can't do anything about it. i've dreamt that they are trying to throw me off of cliffs, and i wake up to find myself on the floor. hmmm. it's weird. when i have these dreams, it is really difficult for me to go back to sleep. so, i woke up at 4am and have been awake ever since. i lie awake, grow increasingly paranoid about every little sound or movement and my mind tricks me into becoming even more afraid. so much so that i dont want to move. i don't want to breathe. i just want it to be morning. any suggestions?