Early this morning, while Cathy and Nathan slept, I decided to work at the computer. About 15 minutes later, Cathy started to moan, apparently in distress. Concerned, I ran to her side and shook her awake. True enough, she was having a nightmare.
"I dreamed you died," she said in shock. My poor wife was shaking.
"It's just a dream," I said, running my fingers through her hair and stroking her arm to calm her down. "I'm here, I'm okay. How'd it happen?"
"You were doing stunts," she said, "Che [a churchmate - Ganns] was there too. We were at the beach..."
I tuned everything else out. Well, there you go. That's how you know it's a nightmare. I would never be caught dead at a beach.