Warning: Graphic Content!!!!! Contains graphic details from a nightmare I just had...I just need to…

Warning: Graphic Content!!!!! Contains graphic details from a nightmare I just had...I just need to get it out of my system, so don't read if you're easily disturbed...

So, I passed out on the couch for about 2 - 2 1/2 hours. No big deal, right? Wrong. I had one of the worst nightmares I've had since pregnancy. It started out normal, y'know, coworkers hanging out at some type of place. It was one of those 2 levels where the first level was tables and chairs and the top portion was like a stadium, full of chairs...it wasn't fancy, not at all. Well my one coworker, A, was there with his gf, T, and my manager, B, was there with my promoter, M. T had brought along a friend but I don't know her. A started getting pissy and broke something and hit B, who, for some reason, just stood there. A turned and started physically pushing me closer and closer to the edge of the second level and then hit me. I somehow ended up on the ground on my back and kicked A, who all of a sudden had T clinging to him. They fell to the first level onto a table where you heard a kind of squelching noise...the one leg had went through A's chest through the back. T and her friend started freaking out on me, I ran out of the building crying and then apparently 3 weeks had passed. I was rocking in the corner of the second level (same building) when T and A walked past glaring at me. My promoter, M, asked me something and I was like "What?" and she said something like 3 weeks had passed and she was wondering if I was still going to be a promoter. Apparently more time passed because it went from night and dreary and gray to bright and green grassed and day. I was doing something...I can't remember what it was but I was laughing and then my phone went off. I had a new message so I opened it...and a news article popped up with my one ex on it. It said he'd died from injuries in a car crash. This ex of mine is also still a very good friend of mine. I bawled so bad reading that on my screen. Then all of a sudden I'm in my car, Samira is in the backseat (looking just like she is now), and we're driving around, I'm singing to her from the radio and smiling about her seeming to babble along with the song...and then there's a loud screech and crash. Everything had went black before I heard that screech and crash, kind of like a movie commercial for drunk driving. When I came to and everything, there was an officer kneeling in front of me, asking if I was alright, if I knew my name, how many fingers he had up, how I was lucky to be alive...and I remember asking where my baby girl was. And I am never going to forget what I had to see...I saw my 5 month olds body in the road, still strapped in her carseat...and her head was a few feet away, looking right at me. I woke up with my face and the side of the couch soaked, practically hyperventilating and wheezing, and my LO was staring right up at me. I don't know if my cries woke her up or if she'd been awake for a while...but I hugged her so tightly after that. I'm exhausted but cannot go back to bed now...I'm too keyed up...😭😭😭😭😭