May 3, 2003

I dreamt last night that I was confined in a small space. I’m not even slightly claustrophobic, but the dream was quite unpleasant, for I couldn’t breathe. I woke up, however — to find that I still couldn’t breathe. There was a pressure over my chest, my lungs felt constricted. I was not awake enough to panic, but I started getting afraid, and realising I wasn’t dreaming, and remembering what kind of things can cause a shortness of breath. . . and just as panic started to creep in, the pressure on my chest stretched, yawned and purred sleepily at me.


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