Rachel has exciting, adrenaline-pumping dreams that wake her up with her heart pounding. She's a secret agent, infiltrating the enemy base. Or she's a zookeeper, and her co-worker's mauled by an alligator. ("I don't think alligators can really climb trees, but the one in my dream could.")
About the most stressful my dreams get is the one I had during my 12:00 nap yesterday. I dreamed I was drinking directly from the water pitcher, and woke up anxious because if Rachel caught me doing that she would kill me.
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