A Dreamer Can Accomplish Anything

It's hard to explain these spikes of water. They aren't icicles, though. I can push them over and move them around before they revert back to the original form. All except the tip. The tip doesn't move. And although it is not solid, it is sharper and far more stinging than anything I have ever felt.I peruse a thick field of these - things, walking through, making sure not to step on the tips of any shorter ones when WHOOSH! All the air vacated the scene. Each and every watercicle melts and collapses! Water is exploding all around me. Waves crashing! Whirlpools turning! Yet not a drop feels the need to be near me. As per usual, this is all too exciting for me to take lightly. I can't breathe. I panic when the anxiety kicks in. The air has turned hot and I don't know how to stop shaking. 
It stops. Everything stops. Every single drop ceases to move in any way. As I'm still locked in the center of an angry, temporarily frozen whirlpool, I simply guide the water where it needs to be with a swift wave of the hand. I'm on my way. I can breathe again.

I had this dream a few weeks ago. I have ones similar to it more often than not, and it's really starting to wear me down. This was one of the few tamer dreams of the bunch. I'm not as anxious as I used to be and it has been quite a while since my last panic attack. But I swear, waking up after these things kills me. I find myself waking up covered in tears, no breath, an awkward inability to really move... But after a while I find them somewhat entertaining. I keep a dream log, and I will probably be posting some more - just to vent it out. I'm in the mood for Converge. Check them out. Jacob Bannon, the vocalist is an amazing artist - and by artist, I mean painter, singer, urrverything.