It was the Log Lady who so famously said, "Close your eyes and you'll burst into flames." How true, whatever it means. When you sleep you're not free of your anxieties, far from it. If anything they strike back with a vengeance don't they, like they're exacting their revenge on you for daring to try to ignore them when you're awake, by immersing yourself in work or distractions. Anxieties don't like to be ignored or tricked that way, they hold a grudge and come rushing at you in the night, crawling up your pants leg like those giant ants with faces in The Outer Limits. Anxieties have a personal vendetta against you, it's a little gratuitous. In dreams, appetites and anxieties often mingle uncomfortably. Most of us are the confused, reluctant, or even appalled owners of appetites we find troubling or unseemly, the pondering of which causes anxiety, which is itself troubling, then we're made doubly anxious from having so many complicated troubles. Appetites can provide a nice temporary relief from anxieties and troubles, until the appetites turn troubling, which causes anxieties, and so on and so forth, until you get old and die. Anxieties can be the cold visible wind streaming along the surface of an iceberg.