Time: Last night, right as Isaac and I were falling asleep
Setting: Our dark bedroom, spooning, facing the wall on my side of the bed
Background: I occasionally have unbelievably realistic dreams in which I am absolutely positive that some animal is in our room. I swear I can see it, hear it, and feel it. Even when logically they make no sense (the monkey on the ceiling is a classic), I respond from sleep as if they were real and become furious with Isaac when he doesn't respond.
Event: I had another one of those dreams as I fell asleep last night. I saw a long, dark tunnel in my wall, and an animal came out of it and jumped onto our bed. I immediately ducked under the covers and started screaming for Isaac to tell me what kind of animal it was. He was frozen, tightly gripping me with his arm around me. I kept repeating myself: "Isaac! What is it? Tell me! You're terrifying me; you have to tell me! Isaac!" He remained silent, causing me to think this must be really bad. About four screams/begs later, he said groggily, "What?" HE WAS SLEEPING THROUGH MY SCREAMS!
Results: I was furious that he had scared me like that. If he had just said something right away, the fear wouldn't have lasted so long. (I know, in his defense, he was asleep.) The worst part was that he was not properly repentant; he never truly woke up so he never knew the extent of what happened.
Punishment: I got up to go to the bathroom and threw the covers off him dramatically. (Okay, it's not very mature. I'm vaguely sorry for that this morning, but it did make me feel better. I have completely forgiven him today, though.)
2 comments:
sounds a little dramatic for you. scary, but dramatic
Jen
Too funny. So, this past fall there was a vole-like-mouse-thing that got into our room and climbed up into our bed and onto my pillow while I was still in bed. Ben did not save me :( I locked him in the room until he could catch it. That is my scary animal story.
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