No need to speak for me, habibi, or lash out at our buttbuddy for my sake. It feels bad when it's as often and intense as it has been the last weeks, but with the amounts of psychedelics I've digested, that kind of mind-subjugating fear is a familiar feeling. That, combined with a lot of lucid dreaming I've done, might even be the cause. It's been two nights of uninterrupted sleep now, so my inner calmness is reset and mental fatigue reduced. Maybe talking about it (here and IRL) helped somehow.
I probably wont see a doctor; I'd refuse any pill that affects my natural sleep (even if it messes around with me at times), and mere words ain't worth the price to go see one.