I was looking for something in my son’s room this morning when he woke up saying, “Please stop it!” He didn’t seem to be really talking to me, so I said, “Did you have a dream?”
WIthout opening his eyes, he said, “Mom was shuffling her feet for an hour!”
Then he rolled over and went back to sleep.
Now, my wife doesn’t shuffle her feet, but she does — on very rare occasions — press trivial matters past the point of human endurance, which could, I suppose, manifest itself in dreams as an hour of non-stop feet shuffling . . .