Breaking In

In a dream earlier in the night, B and I were in a house—maybe living there—and we were worried—or at least I was worried—about a break-in.

Someone did indeed try to break in.  It was a girl wielding a serrated steak knife.  I thought I recognized this girl—maybe I didn’t know her but I knew who she was. 

Anyway, she was nuts.  She tried to cut me.  I might’ve had a knife, too—in self-defense.  I thought it would be a man trying to break in.


The alarm went off at 6:45 a.m.  I re-set it for 7:30 a.m.  This was an active period of dreaming.  I experienced the sensation of feeling like I was dreaming for a long time, but:

I’m positive that in the real world, the dream I had during this stretch—which I will relate below—lasted only four minutes, because I woke up at 7:11 a.m. and I thought, Good, plenty more time to sleep.  Then I dreamt the dream I am about to relate below. 

After having said dream related below I woke up and thought, It’s gotta be close to 7:30 … but it was only 7:15.  Anyway, the four-minute dream:

I got violently mad at B because she kept talking about how great and cute this guy in her art class was.

I was slapping her and she was just smiling back at me and going on about this guy.  I slapped her and called her a fucking bitch and probably called her a cunt and told her to fuck off.

For some reason, I feel like some of this took place in my house in Belleville.  In my old bedroom.  And in my old bathroom.  I was enraged.  Not just because she liked this guy but because she was rubbing it in my face.

And, yes, in the real world, this dream took only four minutes.

Alternative explanation: The dream really began at 6:45 a.m. when I went back to sleep.  I woke up for just a second at 7:11 a.m. but didn’t remember the dream.  And, either then (a) continued the dream upon falling back asleep; or (b) did not continue the dream but remembered it for the first time upon waking at 7:15 a.m.


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