While sitting at my desk this morning, I vaguely remembered having a strange dream last night that involved the dogs fighting and me trying to break them up by clapping loudly. Apparently the dream was quite vivid, because I remember Paul waking up and groggily asking, “Why are you clapping?” When I thought about it this morning, however, the whole thing seemed surreal so I called Paul for verification.
“Hi,” I began. “Did I start clapping at some point last night?” I half expected him to say no, and then ask if I was feeling unwell.
“Oh, yes, you definitely did.” Oh. Okay. So I’m not unwell, just crazy.
“Was it just completely out of the blue? Did it wake you up?”
“You started tapping me and saying ‘hey…hey…hey!’and then you clapped three times. When I asked you why you were clapping, you told me that you had a dream that Kobe was fighting with Aisha. The odd part was that you were looking at the window the whole time, and the dogs weren’t even over there.”
“Was it really weird?”
“Um, yeah. It was a little strange.”