Hiding in a jell-O table from a buzzing Dread

"I was crouched inside a metal filing cabinet in my high school gym. I didn't know who I was hiding from, just this heavy, buzzing dread that if they saw me, I'd fail a test I hadn't studied for. The cabinet smelled like old paper and pennies. I kept trying to pull my knees to my chest, but my legs felt like they were made of wet sand. Suddenly I'm in my kitchen, hiding under the dining table. But the table is made of green Jell-O. I'm trying to be quiet, but every time I breathe, the table wobbles and makes a loud squelching noise. My dog walks by, but he has my dad's face. He just drops a single, wet sock on my head and keeps walking. I felt this overwhelming, desperate urge to apologize to the sock. Woke up tangled in my blankets, heart hammering."