5:40am Jolt awake with the idea I'll die and not exist.  I think in my dream it became realized that someone proposing sex with me had AIDS. In the dream I successfully avoided sex, but, instead of relief, I woke up with the sharp relief realization that I'm still going to die and death is a thing.  It was that thing where your mind says "and you won't be thinking any more.  No more of this".

Maybe that sharp relief, as in bas relief, no psychic relief at all, is why the AIDS plays of the 80's are so good.  Also being gay and theater. 

On that callous note, back to thinking about lovin' arms, not death, and sleeping some more while it's dark.