What prompts one’s unconscious mind in the middle of a dream
as a race starter to say inaudibly, “On
your mark, get set,” and then shouts as loud as he can, “Go!”
From the person next to me in bed came a most exasperated
“Good Grief.” The start of the race had roused me too, so I got up and went,
downstairs, and I’m writing about it now. I’ll learn what my bed partner truly thinks in
the morning. It might be a long night.