The day started out strange and terrible. She was dreaming, but the dream felt real. And the moment she woke up, she forgot it but found herself cursing and beating her 77 year old husband..
The moment she realized that, by way of contriteness she said oh! It was a dream. And he yelled, shut up!
Can a person control her dreams?
And then, the nightmare took control of the day. Far-fetched worries moved into her little house and stretched out as if now they owned the place and the furniture.
You know these worries, maybe not intimately:
1. The bank is gonna shut down your account!
2. Your lost story files will never, ever be recovered--not by tech support, not by prayers.
The drip under the kitchen sink has turned to a stream and you can't call a repairman or even buy a pipe. You position a big pot in the sink to catch the water. When that fills up you spill it into a bucket, and use it to mop the floor.
Then you see that your fears have no substance. Yes your husband came home without any fish for Shabbat, an ominous sign.
Then you said, so what? I have flour for bread. I have vegetables and beans!
And all those lost stories? Write new ones. Deep inside, it's what you want.