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Last night was really bizarre. I felt unusually tired going into the evening and by bedtime I was exhausted. I finally finished everything and crawled into bed at 11. J came home from work at 3, I woke briefly to acknowledge him. He said that I acted odd. My breathing was irregular and at one point I "snorted" and sat up asking what that noise was, ok yeah yeah laugh, I did.
Lil B woke many times through the night, calling for me to come and soothe whatever was troubling him. Through the course of the night, I removed every teddy bear and the radio from their room. My last trip in was at 4'something. Big B was also awake this time and begging for little brother to hush. We were all desperate for sleep at this point. I remember looking at the clock as I got in bed that last time, thinking to myself, 2 more hours until my alarm, I really need to sleep deeply in this time. Somehow coaxing myself into deep sleep, or perhaps pleading for it.
I have mentioned before that I am a lucid dreamer, I know I'm dreaming, have thoughts about the dream and have even found myself analyzing the very dream I'm having, while having it... Yeah I'm a complex girlie girl.
I must have gone into REM quickly, here's what I experienced:
I was in bed w/ J in a room that means nothing to me, totally unknown, but in the dream it was ours. J partially woke and was snuggling to me suggestively and talking dirty in a half conscious state that I found disturbing. Lil B came into the room asking for Daddy. I told J that Lil B wanted his daddy and to wake up. Slightly pissed that he was messing w/ me at that time of night, and that he did not immediately respond to Lil B as he normally would.
He continued talking and I was then sitting on the bed holding Lil B and J was standing at the side of the bed. No longer talking but there was still something odd about him. I kept saying J, your son wants you, wake up. Finally I remember yelling for him to "wake the hell up, you're dreaming".
Then I got very confused and looked to a stuffed Spiderman that was on the bed and it freely moved its head. I said to myself "Or I am". At that point I realized I was dreaming and DID NOT like where this was headed. I began trying to speak out loud, saying "Wake Up"... No sound came from me in that dream panic where your lips move but no sound comes from them no matter how much you struggle to clearly form the words.
A second time I tried, "Wake Up!". Nothing. The third was truly w/ everything in me. I screamed "WAKE UP!". And heard myself mutter the words out loud, and woke up.
10 back talkers:
The stuffed spider man's head will start to spin and he'll start chanting "KILL!"
Yikes... Glad you don't write the script for my dreams.
@ Monique: That's exactly what I'd of had happen if I did. Maybe make the eyes glow red as well...
Then you would have been unable to move quickly. Despite how hard you try, you'll only be able to move in slow motion and only with great effort. This will start to cause a panicking feeling.
Before you know it, you'll be in my dream world... Where escape isn't so easy as just realizing you're dreaming and waking yourself up.
Marf- Well that's all fine and wonderful for you.
You may be able to throw what you wanna at me, but you don't get to dictate my reaction to it.
At the first glance of red eyes, he'd've been chopped into itty bitty Spidey pieces.
@ Monique: But that's how some of my dreams are... I'm stuck in slow motion, I feel trapped, and anything I do is ineffective.
In your case, the knife you use to chop up the spidey would be dull and have no effect... And you woundn't be able to move your arm fast enough for a quick chopping action anyway. Your steps would be slowed as if you're walking in deep water, only thicker... maybe molasses.
Marf- But as I mentioned, in the dream I'm holding my son. Nothing could syop me from protecting him.
And w/ the commotion J would come to and between the two of us, Spidey would be history.
@ Monique: Things don't happen logically in my dreams... And in my dreams I'm usually alone. Or family members abandon me in ways they would never do in real life.
@ Monique: Ok, so most of my dreams are irrational nightmares... Probably why I don't remember many of them - I wouldn't want to.
Marf- Some are and some aren't for me. I've had several "incidents" of deja vu.
Have you?
@ Monique: I have in the past, but not recently.
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