Mar
I maintain several recurring bad dreams in my repetoire. (How come the good ones never recur?) In one of these dreams, there is not much plot or action; the only real substance of the dream is that I am trying to get away from someone or something, but my feet are like lead. I can hardly move; it’s a struggle to take a step.
This particular dream culminates when whoever or whatever is trying to get me appears in front of me; at that point, I feel that I must scream, only I cannot. No matter how hard I try, no sound comes forth.
The other night, in my dream, I realized I was having “the dream” and told myself that I only had to try harder. For the first time in my life, I was successful in eking out a howl.
Much to the chagrin of my husband sleeping next to me.
