This is the fear of dreams. And I have it. What I fear is not the unconscious realm that we traverse every time we sleep. What I dread is dreaming, hopes for the future, "pangarap."
Everyone has childhood dreams, right? But how many of us have realized them? How many of us are happy living their dreams? And how many of us are bitter due to dreams gone sour?
Going through life bitter because of unrealized dreams is what I fear the most. Sometimes I don't want to dream anymore lest it might end up in a nightmare and never wake up again. And I don't want to end up sleepwalking through life. But then again, what's the point of waking to a reality where you're counting crows? To a reality defined by mediocrity and unhappiness?