Early in the night, I dreamed that we had an intruder. The light shining into the bedroom from the rest of the house kept changing brightness. In my dream, I got up a couple times and checked the garage - which was our garage from the house I grew up in - and the rest of the house without finding anyone. When the phenomenon continued, I refused to get out of bed, from a combination of frustration and fear. I wonder whether this dream was rooted in my phone's behavior of the past week, as it would light up and darken in the course of the night as it lost and regained connectivity with the charger. Still, last night the phone was in the dining room and turned off, so I'm certain that's not what I was seeing through my closed eyelids.
After I woke to slice my wife some bread before she went to work, I climbed back into bed for a moment and immediately fell asleep, only to spasm almost right away and wake up from a dream that I had hit my head on the headboard.
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