Last night I had a dream that a man was knocking on my door. I peeked out the window and didn’t recognize the person, but I started to turn the knob anyway. Dave also looked out and, just as I’d started opening the door, he said, “Wait! That’s the guy that beat me up.” But it was too late. The guy pushed through the door and came at me. He was really fast, faster that I could actually see. And then he was attacking me, punching and pushing. It was scary, and I woke up with a start, before I knew how it all ended.
I’ve been having lots of bad dreams lately. I always have a smattering of them, but they’ve been much more frequent this past week. Usually that means something is stressing me out. I think I know what it is, so I guess that means I should know what to do about it. First step, sleep better.