So, it’s a good thing I’m in shape. Two nights ago, I had a dream that our house had been robbed (again) and as I toured the house I would discover more and more things that had disappeared.
I woke up and found my heart beating wildly, more than if I had been running full speed. I could easily feel my chest pulsing strongly with my hand. I wasn’t in a cold sweat and I wasn’t even anxious as reality made itself evident rather quickly. But in my dream I must have been anxious. Yowsers!
Debby
glad it was only a dream!! I’ve had dreams like that before…especially after my car got broke into.