Dream CCXXIII

I was sleeping soundly on a large bed, somewhat entangled in blankets and bedclothes.  Suddenly there was a loud voice from the apartment door, “Greetings!” and the sound of someone rapidly approaching me.

I tried to move, to turn to see who was coming toward me, but the blankets restricted me and I found my voice was numb; I could do nothing other than moan, and I hoped my tone indicated that the stranger should stay away.

She didn’t, however, and rolled me over onto my stomach.  I started to feel small pinpricks on my back, and thought she was injecting me with some unknown substance.  

Again, I shook, trying to indicate my distress, but she continued.  At last, I gathered my strength and was able to throw her off.  I reached around quickly and grabbed what she had in her hand.

It was a small plastic cone with a ridge bisecting the diameter.  It seemed to contain nothing.