My most recent nightmare

The night before last Jeff woke me up because I was wimpering in my sleep. Actually, I was screaming in my dream, but it came out as a wimper. In the dream I was in a big old mansion making up a four-poster bed. Some unseen hand pushed me from behind and I fell over the side of the bed and got completely tangled up in the bedcover. That's when I started screaming.

This dream makes sense on so many levels. First off, our bed has become a nightmare to me because it's so high and it's painful to crawl up there. I avoid getting out of bed as much as possible for that reason. I never make the bed anymore because it's too much work, especially since we have a large, unwieldy duvet cover (anyway, that's Jeff's job). I get tangled in my Snoogle every night, and every night I seem to get less sleep.

Of course, on a deeper level it makes sense too. I got into this whole mess while I was in bed! An unseen hand keeps pushing on me - from the inside! I'm trapped and I can't get out!

A friend suggested that it was actually the baby dreaming of a former life, but that's just too complicated for me.