Yep. I had a horrible dream a few nights ago where I literally woke up screaming. I thought there was a massive, like size of a toddler, purple mosquito thing about to attack me. My scream scared the crap out of G and he jumped out of bed and banged up his arm in the process. He was not happy with me and I was not happy with him for being upset with me when it was just a bad, bad dream (if anything, aside for the wound, it was pretty funny). He told a few people about it and they thought it was funny too. So he realized he should not be so hard on me about it. We now laugh about it, but I do feel bad about the boo boo. Ouch!
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