Between 2 am and 3 am: the deepness of the night.

"No harm shall come to thee;
But wand'rest not thou far from Me.
Walk not on treach'rous paths unpaved,
Lest you not 'scape whole and unscathed.
Observe this world, but touch it not:
It is with dangers not unfrought.
While we walk through this strange land,
Stay by Me and hold My hand.
Don't let go at any cost!
For you could be etern'ly lost.
I shield you with my Power and Might
but bolt not from Me and run in fright
for once you lose My grasp of hand
you'll be at the mercy of this 'cursed land."

Nightmare far worse than last night. Severe panic attack. Who says the indigenous Northern and Central Europeans didn't have their own Dreamtime, and certain paths that can be followed -- and certain paths that should not be followed.
I am of this persuasion. IMO, it contradicts neither the ancient Northern and Central European indigenous religions (from whose stock I am born), nor the recent import Christianity.
For only a second, I let go of "the Hand", by just a hair's breadth. I believe I was quickly grasped and "pulled back", but even for a second I was alone in that hellish land that contains all our nightmares in full-blown reality. One second apart from "the Hand" was an eternity.
Perhaps we all have to learn this valuable lesson.
We do NOT pass through the dangers of this life and world without a navigator, though "Captain" we may think we are.