In my dreams, I often resort to violence and screaming. Literally. Dino Spouse wakes me at least twice a month, often more, as I begin shrieking or furiously kicking and punching him in my sleep. I frequently reflect on how fortunate it is for me that Dino Spouse, an amateur heavyweight boxer, is not the one with the predilection for fighting in his sleep.
On Tuesday night, I dreamed that I was being pursued and leapt over a fence. Somehow this involved me engaging my nightstand in single combat. It won, so I have a lovely black eye.