Wheeling Gull Isle Mother is God

Someone in her dream was screaming. 
It'd been peaceful up until now! She was on the beach with Mama and Daddy, chasing a flock of songbirds that were so close, but every time she swiped a paw at one, it flapped its wings once more. A frustrating sight, but not nearly so bad until one of them opened its weathered beak and started screaming: 

AAAAAAAAAMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

And it wouldn't stop! It felt like an alarm, and a rush of panic swept over her little body. Frantically, she tried yelling, Stop! Stop! Stop! but nothing made it cease. 
And in the real world, her little paws twitched and little grunts and whines left her lips. 
Waving her paws wildly in front of the birds, they droned on and on and on and on and on— 

It was not the birds who were screaming. When she awoke, she was greeted with the familiar scratch of Judah's voice in her ears, and Simeon's hushed urges for him to calm down. Quick to action, Dinah stumbles closer while her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Simmy? her mousy little voice comes out in a whisper, coming down to a crouch and laying her head upon Judah's shoulder, a worried, wide-eyed gaze cast to Simeon. She didn't like it when he cried. 
Juuuuudahhhhh, she sings to him the way Mama would; if it made her feel better, surely it would help him, right? Except she didn't really know any songs, much less the words to them, and so she settles for humming a tune. Maybe he would listen to her voice instead of whatever was going on in his head.