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epitome of incomprehensibility
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This morning, Dad said, "I thought I heard you scream twice at about 7:30 in the morning. Did you have a bad dream?"
Me, to whom this was addressed: "I don't think so? I did wake up then. I think I said 'why' in a dream, but I don't think I said anything out loud. Did I say anything out loud?"
Him: "Well, I might have dreamed it myself."
Me: "I DID dream that someone was burying me alive, but it wasn't so bad. It wasn't personal."
The dream didn't register as memorable, compared to ones where David appears. Although, now that I remember it, there was some anxiety before about Mom dying, and I didn't want to see her die, but then I thought if I wasn't there when she died, no one would be there when I died, and I wanted someone to stay with me when I went out of this world like Mom used to stay with me when I went to sleep.
So that *is* rather emotional. But then the deathly theme turned into someone trying to bury me in a rectangular hole in the ground, but, as I said, it wasn't personal.
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Also, I have no idea if I made a noise. I might have wrenched my shoulder by lying on it wrong. It was hurting again when I woke up. And I don't know why I was embarrassed at the idea of breaching the sleep-wake barrier with vocal sounds - that something I said in a dream could break through into the real world. I doubt I "screamed," though.
Then I thought I was embarrassed because it reminded me of a story where sex noises were misconstrued. That couldn't apply...although I'd be impressed if I could masturbate in my sleep AND get an orgasm worth screaming about. Maybe that's what hurt my shoulder! You never know.
(But seriously, it was sore from before the snow shoveling. I still don't have the complete sideways range of movement. Maybe it's from Shiloh pulling at the leash, like what re-wrenched Dad's "frozen shoulder"...? And here I go today, hefting things up for the Pirates of Penzance set. But it's not personal.)
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