I was performing 'One Day More' from Les Miserables, with a full cast, choir, and orchestra. I was singing boldly, loudly, operatically.
I woke myself with my own blazing voice and flailing arms.
(This reminds me of the night Robb stomped all over the bedroom, waking me in a frenzy, trying to 'take care of the mice.')
It's probably best that I sleep alone these days.
I don't know what I love more, that this happened or that you were singing Les Mis!!!
Regarding your own dream: Your brother would be so proud!
Regarding Robb's dream: EW!
Regarding your own dream (again): I'll bet Robb would have teased you to no end the next day! 🙂