(Setting: My bedroom, as the wife and I lay asleep. At some point in the wee hours, I feel her jolt suddenly and hear from her a troubled grunt. Sensing she might be in a nightmare, I reach over and rub her shoulder and back to try and gently wake her from it. Shortly, she stirs and begins to turn over.)
ME– You okay?
THE WIFE– Huh?
ME– Are you all right? You sounded like you were having a nightmare.
THE WIFE– Uh… no. No I wasn’t having a nightmare. I mean, I dreamed I saw a plane crash. But everyone survived.
ME– Oh.
THE WIFE– I was making them nachos.
ME– Well, that’s nice then.