Wake Up

Dreams don't have to make sense. They are the result of the mind imposing a narrative on the brain's stew of electrical impulses consolidating images, phrases and sensations into new and existing neural networks. The story, or dream, spun could be revealing of how one's mind typically interprets the images, phrases and sensations experienced when conscious.

In this dream she was sitting up in bed and leaning against a headboard. She didn't know what material it was, but it was cold and had nubs that pushed painfully into her back. Her boyfriend was having sex with her. The dream told her that this was the case, though she could only see his face. She was squinting under the light of an enormous chandelier oozing crystals. His face centimeters from hers and he was screaming.

"Blah blah blah." He didn't stop to breath,"Blah blah blah." Spittle hit her face. She tried to dodge it. and saw that a group of their mutual friends were standing around the bed, trying to tell her something very important. They were wearing elegant clothes and holding glasses of champagne. She couldn't them over his relentless shouting. She struggled to get up to be with them, but couldn't throw his weight.

"Wake up. You're having a nightmare." Startled, she opened her eyes. He put his arm around her stomach protectively, and his body encircled hers. "Was it about me?" She nodded.

He kissed her cheek and stroked her hair. "I'll get you a glass of water." She watched him leave and then pulled his blankets up over her mouth.

When he returned with the glass, she appeared to have fallen back asleep.