What is the deal with all these bad dreams?

I woke up at 4 AM again this morning after another bad dream. I dreamt Tiff had somehow died. I wandered around in my dream being absolutely miserable but somehow not to the point of waking up.

Finally I woke up and I just lay in bed telling myself, "She's OK. Jane dropped of stuff at her work. She's OK." I felt like someone had taken a shotgun and blown out my guts---just totally worthless. I felt so awful I didn't even want to write it out. I just lay there until the sun came up.