Trigger Finger

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The typical nightmare ends with the victim shooting bolt-upright in bed and trying to orient himself to his surroundings as the dream he just escaped melts away. Mine didn’t end that like that. I woke up but didn’t sit up; au contraire, I awoke in a prone position and stayed that way, hollering at the top of my lungs, panicked but motionless. Whatever had happened in my dream, I took it lying down. So while I may have been less than a lion in real life, in my nightmares I was a complete pussy.

“Kevin! Wake up!”

Allie, my wife. She shook me vigorously, either trying to shake me awake or shake me to death so I would shut the hell up. I opened my eyes and quickly catalogued everything around me. My bedroom, my senses said. A hand on my shoulder, not a claw. My wife, not the enemy. My house. I’d had a bad dream. Nothing to see here, nothing to look at, all’s well, sorry for the interruption, carry on.

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