Shaking Reality Out Of Belief

I had been sleeping for a few hours when I started to dream about doing laundry, because all my clothes and all my life needed cleaning. I opened the dryer door to take it all out but there was nothing inside. So I looked more carefully, inspected the inside of the dryer by climbing into it. Nothing. Somehow I understood that to find my things I would need to close the door. This way I could see the machine function, and if my things were going missing, I would see where. However, the door wouldn't close behind me. I pulled it tight, shook it. It wouldn't move. So I shook it more.

When she woke me up, my hand was on the top of her head and I was shaking it. I was disoriented and it took me several seconds before I could say anything. In my mind, I could feel the rational explanation of why I was shaking her, but at the same time, despite knowing it, I also knew it didn't make sense. Sometimes reality conflicts with belief, I suppose. Hard to choose sides when you're so fond of both.