|FOUR DAYS LATER.|
In my dream, I had to avoid being swamped under a gigantic truckload of water (about to be dumped on me by a disturbed person), I tried and tried to leap out of the way and couldn't seem to move.
Anyway, I finally managed to leap — in my dream — into the open space to my right.
Unfortunately, when I dream-leapt, I reality-leapt. About four feet into the air.
I slammed my head into the corner of the large framed painting on the wall above the bed. The gash healed in less than a week and, after more than two weeks, it's finally no longer sore to the touch.
Dreams do come true.
P.S.: Don't worry about analyzing my dream. It was very easy for me to figure out.