Walking toward the detached garage in Minneapolis, I notice something behind the shed. Since we had a neighbor who liked to leave the alley gate open, I figured I better close it. I walked through the now missing shed and along side of the garage admiring my neighbors ability to grow weeds in her garden I suddenly become keenly aware of the garage. I was as if, as if
THE GARAGE WAS ALIVE AND EVIL.
I don't know how or why or what, but I was terrified. I screamed - or rather I tried to scream. I tried and tried, but to no avail. I was near an evil garage unable to scream. I was doomed or maybe, just maybe I was dreaming.
And then I had clarity. Yup I was dreaming. That explains all this irrationality and looniness. So I am safe and asleep. I can't scream because of sleep paralysis. No problem, I understand this, but what I don't know is just how loud can I scream in a dream. I can do this experiment, taking a big dream breath, I let out a scream
"argh"
I can do better than that..
"ARGhh"
Weak. One more time:
"ARGGH!!"
"TOM WAKE Up" It was Ann. She was shaking me and talking at me. She seems upset "You were making horrible noises. It must have been a horrible dream"
"Oh no, not at all," I reply, "I was just testing how loud I could scream in a dream"
WACK - my wife just hit me - WACK - again? Why is she mad?