Whispering Yells

The biggest part of this dream I still remember is sitting in a row of folding chairs next to some guy. I was trying to gossip or something and tell the guy’s father across the aisle something about another person sitting in front of us. I motioned for him to sit closer, but he wouldn’t. I whispered to him, “I’m not going to whisper-yell to you!”

I thought “Whispering Yells” (or something like that) would make a neat blog name, so I took a pen and wrote it on my right hand. This made a bunch of writing appear on my arm. I instinctively stood up and went to a back door area (there was sunlight coming in) and spoke with someone about what the writing said. It was as if “whispering yells” was a password and it triggered information to appear. I don’t remember what the information was, but I remember being able to read it.

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