The Dream, as written (sorta):

1:40 a.m.: I just had a terrifying dream. I can remember that it started out innocently enough. Dinah and I were gardening in the front bedroom of my parents' home, using human ashes as fertilizer to grow chickens and roses. You know, to relieve stress.

Then she went to the back bedroom and I went out to the kitchen. As I flicked on the light switch in the kitchen, she ran out, whispering frantically that someone was in the house. I knew she was right because the light had not come on in the kitchen, which meant that someone had cut the power. We raced back to her room, closed the door and I tried to move the dresser (my dresser) in front of the door. She started calling 911, since somehow we also knew the phone line had also probably been cut. I heard her say "No, this is the first time today" to their question of whether she had used their service yet. I moved the dresser a bit out from the wall, but not far enough in front of the door. I wanted her to do this while I spoke talked to them, but I didn't know how well I'd handle myself if I were given the phone.

At this point I woke up, breathing very fast as my heart raced in fear and I was completely paralyzed. As soon as I became conscious, I opened my mouth to breathe more quietly and thought of my phone, which brought a new panic, since the landline is dead in my current apartment, and my cell phone was out on the kitchen table. I lay there for a long while, the dream running through my head, straining to hear the noise of an intruder, baffled at the sudden turn of events in the dream. Where the hell had that come from? The only reason I could think of was that my subconscious was trying to tell me something.

Finally, convinced that no one was in the apartment, I knew I had to write this down or I’d forget it, but I couldn’t move my arms. This was almost as frightening as the dream. Focusing on little movements first helped, a finger first, then another, and eventually I could move my hand and then my arms. A book, a pen and a light, and here we are.

I have no idea what the meaning of that little episode was, but I’ll take the lesson that I should have my phone by the bed when I’m asleep at night.
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It took me an hour and a half to go back to sleep.