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You know, I have never made contact with my wife when I'm having dreams like that.
I've punched and kicked other people in my sleep, but never her, or my kid. Nor my dogs back when they were alive.
But anyone else? I used to warn people about it, and they wouldn't believe me until it happened. PTSD dreams will fuck shit up lol. Even my best friend got elbowed in the nose once. After that, he learned to stay on the other side of the bed. And yes I have shared a bed with my homie. That's how a real homie gets through a winter in the mountains when you're both poor as fuck and heating was absurdly expensive compared to good blankets and two human furnaces.
But my wife? Even before she was my wife, I could have the worst fucking dreams and never touch her. She could even touch me and wake me up, and I wouldn't hurt her before I was all the way awake.
Later though, you should've seen me. I was swinging left and right, it was a fireworks show, a real display of athleticism. Mike Tyson would've wanted an autograph.