Last night I had a nightmare. A full on nightmare. Usually, when things go south in my dreams, I tell myself "this is just a dream". I didn't last night.
It was some sort of home invasion and I remember trying to yell, but nothing came out. I was trying to get Brian's attention to tell him someone was in the house.
I vaguely remember him shaking me. He was shaking me, trying to wake me up. I was talking in my sleep and obviously not having a good dream. He said he's heard me mumble before, but never been able to understand what I was saying. He said when I said "shit!" and kept talking (he doesn't remember what else I said, but he could understand me) he knew I was really frightened.
First time this has ever happened. I hope this is the last.