That’s nothing. I woke up one morning CONVINCED I was guilty of bigamy, having suppressed the memory of a past indiscretion. In the real world, though, I have not yet married even once.
And in another dream, I was blown up (and killed) by a hand grenade in WW2 in Italy, which surprised me very much. This may have been a kind of sequel to a dream in which I managed to outrun an explosion caused by my CO after he disdainfully remarked, “Do you think I got all this rank without knowing how to defuse a Nazzy bomb?” Yes sir; I am positively convinced of it.
That’s nothing. I woke up one morning CONVINCED I was guilty of bigamy, having suppressed the memory of a past indiscretion. In the real world, though, I have not yet married even once.
And in another dream, I was blown up (and killed) by a hand grenade in WW2 in Italy, which surprised me very much. This may have been a kind of sequel to a dream in which I managed to outrun an explosion caused by my CO after he disdainfully remarked, “Do you think I got all this rank without knowing how to defuse a Nazzy bomb?” Yes sir; I am positively convinced of it.