Yes, but probably not startle me into yelling? Or cover my mouth or something - I assure you if I have a pox dream you're not going to manage to be more unpleasant than that in the course of getting me awake.
Turns out Kib mumbles random words in his sleep all the time, not just when he is having a bad dream.
Putting together a puppet that will be able to hold a book and turn pages while she's in the bath because baths are boring.
She's drowning in fever and every twitch aggravates the gauze-packed pits clustered everywhere she can bend, every breath stretches the ones on her spine and if she screams the one at the hinge of her jaw boring a hole through her cheek will yawn open - someone's whispering, she can't listen, someone's putting a cloth on her forehead, begging her to hold still to relax to try to be distracted while he changes the bandages, she can't listen it's too much too much -
Kib twists to wordlessly demand snuggles. It was bad. Once I wake up it doesn't hurt though.
I don't know they're dreams while I'm having them. I'm just her, doing what she'd do because she's me and I wouldn't think to do anything else while I'm being her -
I'll try to at least think of it, but I don't know that it'll really help, if I'm going to dream through her whole life and it has a defined amount of pox in it, if future Kib pulls off being immortal and has to sleep through whatever happens to me in whatever size chunks...
Yeah, I think so. ...I have no idea what it'll be like when I get to the part where she dies.
Didn't know if it varied by time of day, Kib explains. Clothes time? Clothes time.