Dreams.

For the third night in a row, I've been having a dream filled with adrenaline-pumping action involving secret missions, running away from the police on one side and the mafia on the other, and companions who help me (none of whom I know in real life outside of the dream). It's not horror, but more like action, but it leaves me with unpleasant memories.
I just woke up from a dream where I was caught in a police raid. My adrenaline is through the roof, and I don't know what to do with it. The only good thing is that I don't want to go back to sleep and find out how it all ends. As they say, thanks for letting me not be there at the end.