Sleep is a crazy time for me...I think I scare the shit out of my husband on a weekly basis because of the things I say or scream in my sleep.
I am a vivid dreamer. Always have been.
As a kid, I was (and still am a little) convinced that I fell down the flight of stairs in my apartment building. Like a whole flight. My parents say it never happened. But I believed that it did. I don't think they're lying to me. I dreamed it. But it was so real that I truly believe it happened.
Now my dreams consist of lots of yelling. Loud. Yelling. At my brother. He's 5 years older than me and I probably spent several years of my life yelling at him and apparently in my dream world, I'm still doing it.
Recently, Mike woke up to me screaming:
"NEIL - STOP IT!! STOP IT NOW!!!"
Needless to say Mike was startled and as he does whenever I have these "outbursts," he woke me up to make sure I was ok. I was. I actually had no idea why he was waking me up in the middle of the night.
But why am I yelling at my brother in the middle of the night? weird!
I should thank Mike for sharing a bed with me - between the cover hogging and the screaming, it's probably not too easy.
This post was written as part of Mama Kat's Writers' Workshop and as a special Happy Birthday to my big brother!
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