I imagine your dreams are as vivid as mine.  Last night, for example.

My job was to create daily weather reports for someone, and keep them in a three-ring binder.  I found a hole punch that would create two holes, not three.

I decided to do the punching on my bed.  Sitting on the quilt was one of my wife Jody’s sweaters, spread out flat.  It was a gorgeous peach colour.  I was careful to punch the sheets away from the sweater.  Didn’t want to get it dirty!

Later I realized that the sheets wouldn’t fit in the binder.  From somewhere I found a single hole punch and returned to the bedroom.

The result?  A precise hole through the fabric of the sweater!

I was flooded with emotion – 10 out of 10 on the intensity scale.  But “intensity” is a concept.  I prefer a volcano … the “eruption” scale!

The story ends here, but not the emotion.  I don’t know what happened next.  How Jody reacted.  All that remained was Anger, Fear and Sadness.  But that’s just more concepts.

Things naked and raw swept through:

The Fury aimed at me
The Terror shaking my body
The Despair draining me to zero

…

“My eyes were red.  My hopes were dead”

But one more time …

I woke up safe in my bed