Jan 30, 2006 08:47
Sometime in the middle of the night:
*poke* *poke* Frank, wake up!
What's wrong?
You were screaming.
Oh! I'm sorry!
I was dreaming about some horrible thing I can't remember. There was some child (who was Ben) who would not let me go somehow. In the dream I was screaming and screaming... and I guess in real life, too. The dream was about my anxiety over us not having told Ben we're leaving.
dreams,
ben