Dreamt last night that Wil was upstairs sleeping, I think he was a baby. Candace came by and was talking so loudly, I was worried she would wake up Wil (when he was a baby, there was no worse sin). Now, in reality, there isn't a more thoughtful and considerate person than Candace, but in the dream, she would NOT be quieted. Her voice got louder and louder until I finally swore at her, before stomping upstairs, abandoning her in my kitchen.
I woke up from the dream so discombobulated. The dream felt so real. I couldn't shake the fact that Candace would not be quieted.
Let's part-of-me this thing, shall we?
Part of me was sleeping.
Part of me was a baby.
Part of me went "upstairs" (retreated).
Part of me abandoned part of me.
Part of me would not be quieted.
Part of me just got louder and louder.
Part of me did not wake up.
Part of me got angry.
Part of me killed the messenger, rather than listening for the message.