The other night

I had a strange dream. Nightmare, really.

It was one of those awful "someone coming in to get you" dreams and you can't run, you can't talk, you can't do anything but watch the horror come and get you.

Not this time.

The big thing came in the house, and I tried yelling to the other people in the house, nothing came out. I tried again and again - nothing. I then got mad.

I gave it one last try, and screamed "HELP!" and woke myself up.

I was pretty shaken. Trying to go back to sleep, I thought about it. I realized it was good. I called out. Or in dream parlance, I "found my voice." Remembering it is strangely strengthening.