Someone was in the house, maybe.
I was trying to understand what my wife was mumbling in her sleep, "Just explain it to me so I can understand," I begged, "then I promise I won't keep you up," a threat.
She got up and went into the bathroom. An ambivalent gesture-either she really had to go or she was avoiding me.
No, if she was avaoiding me, she would kick me out like she did lasy week; accusing me of hurting her. I tossed and wrestled with myself in the guest room that night. When had I done it? Was it sometime when I was in a drugged delusionally drugged state?
In my dream, I suddenly heard music from the living room. I tentatively started out thedoor. I wanted to warn her that there may be an intruder. She gone back to sleep.
When I left the bedroom, I tried to steady myself on the wall and kept telling myself that there was no-one in the house. I ran nack to the room when I couldn't turn in the lights. The fear rose in my throat and I felt myself beginning to yell.
The I woke up and walked through the house, chasing the cat off the furniture and stepping over the big, dog, whimpering and growling in her sleep, appearently having her own nightmares
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