Does your subconscious haunt you too?

Mine has been particularly cruel lately. In moments of baked solitude on the bus, it attacks me with bad memories and repressed thoughts that make your stomach drop. When I'm sleeping, faces in my dreams tell me what has to be done and that I've already fucked up my life enough. What really gets me though, is the notion that  the decisions I've made have made me less than what I could have been.