Dreams

This is the second time this week I've awakened from a dream in which I had to say something very important but couldn't make the words come out of my mouth, tried many times with increasing intensity, and eventually woke myself muttering those words out loud. I'm kind of glad I was sleeping alone.

Especially for this most recent one, in which the words were "stop touching me, you pervert!". I was in a crowded swimming pool and this guy was sexually assaulting me [in a minor way, but I don't know how it would have progressed] under the guise of being an asshole about physical space issues. My family had just swum off to the other side of the pool. I couldn't swim away, and I knew all I needed to do was shout and he'd either back off or someone would help, but the words just wouldn't come. Until they did, and I awoke with words I really wouldn't have wanted to wake a lover with.

I imagine this experience, particularly the fear that went with the complete inability to make myself call for help even though I wanted to, has given me a tiny taste for how people feel in related and more intense real life situations. Great.

What happened to "I don't dream"? I kind of miss that right now.