Where Do I Begin?

I soon woke up, then, in my bedroom.  Though I knew I had been having a bad dream, it took me a long time to recover a sense of safety in my own home.  I am surprised I didn't die of heart failure or a stroke, to tell you how awful that experience was for me.  I reported to my family that, if that should happen again, I would just have to take my chances with Alzheimer's.  I am happy to report, though, that such dreams have not recurred, thank goodness.  And, I am happily taking my Aricept and Namenda, with the result that I am not really having any real Alzheimer's moments to mention.  I will report more, later.