A few nights ago, I had a dream that the neighbor was doing some kind of construction in the middle of the night. It sounded like someone using a circular saw on metal right outside the window. The noise was so intense I curled up in a ball and put my hands over my ears. Just when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer – I woke up.
To a quiet house in the middle of the night on a quiet street. The only thing that woke me up was the noise in my dream.
The other night, I dreamed that I was having dinner with a colleague and her husband. I somehow overstayed my welcome and the husband chased me out of the house and down the street. He eventually caught me and slammed me in the back, knocking me to the ground. I got hit so hard that it woke me up. For a moment, I lay there stunned – then I stretched, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
Two nights, almost back to back, where the reality of the dreams have enough force to send me back to the waking world.
I think…
I think something is trying to get out.