"Not a mild form, forgive me, I misspoke." Hannibal rubs at his eyes; it's been a while since he's had a good night's sleep, as well. "An anxiety dream, that's what I meant. Like arriving at school naked, or one's teeth falling out. Running from something but not being able to get away from it.
They are stressful, but not on the same level of night terrors, obviously."
He laughs drily, trying to gloss over his mistake. "This is what happens when you have a therapist whose first language is not English."