I dreamt that my beloved and I were skipping through a long and not very well lit corridor or tunnel. We were holding hands. The walls around us would occasionally move toward us and squeeze us a bit, but never threateningly. As we skipped, we laughed with boundless joy. Whenever the walls squeezed us, we screamed at the top of our voices. The skipping and screaming was enormous fun until my beloved woke me up in the middle of the night. She was alarmed by my ever-louder screams. She thought I was dreaming of some horror, and so she decided to intervene. She was thus puzzled by my brief account of the joyful dream, which suggested our joint rebirth. Still puzzled, she asked me about it when we got up this morning. And then she demonstrated to me how I sounded last night. Alarmed, I stopped her myself this time.