According to Mark, when I'm having a nightmare, I start breathing deeply and very erratically. He knows then to wake me up and relieve me of my chasing monsters.
Well early this morning, Mark detected the scared-person breathing pattern and kindly woke me with a "Corinne, you're having a bad dream."
The thing is, I WASN'T having a nightmare. I dreamed that I was in a kitchen store and I was looking at some beautiful cherry wood cutting boards the size of small card tables. Apparently they were pretty exciting.