Suddenly, she heard a loud bang, a thump and a scream that caused her to jump from the bed. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up and her body became one big goosebump.
Most nightmares are caged in their realm by implausibilities. The sleeper slogs through quicksand in a fun house of frightening nonsense and disjointed mumbo jumbo. But everything__ all better once the bedside lamp is back on, because reality, even when it__ bad, is easily distinguished from night terror. Except for the trying-to-scream dream. That one__ pretty much spot-on.
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Most nightmares are caged in their realm by implausibilities. The sleeper slogs through quicksand in a fun house of frightening nonsense and disjointed mumbo jumbo. But everything__ all better once the bedside lamp is back on, because reality, even when it__ bad, is easily distinguished from night terror. Except for the trying-to-scream dream. That one__ pretty much spot-on.
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