Saturday, July 18, 2009

Strange Dreams.

Since Nate and I got married I started having crazy dreams. It's not that I think our marriage is related to it - it's just that is when I remember the really weird stuff beginning.

When we lived in our apartment, I distinctly remember several occasions where we would wake up and have been talking to each other - asleep. Several occasions. Many times it was about something I just told Nate I saw, and he was asking me where it was etc. etc.

Nate talks in his sleep. He talks about cars - a lot, yells at employees, and on one specific occasion he yelled at me because I was being mean to him in his dream (go figure, right!) I talk in my sleep - I've done that since I was little. Just ask my sister. No one ever remembers what I say, just that I talk.

Back in the apartment I started a new wave of sleepytime weirdness where I would "hallucinate" and see whatever I was just dreaming about standing in my room. (Hence I would tell Nate what I just saw). So in that room I saw a giraffe, a UFO, a person and many other objects. As soon as I wake up I realize that it's a dream, don't get frightened and just go right back to sleep. That stopped for a while, but now it's back in full force.

Every. Single. Night for weeks I have seen something in our room. (Creepy, I know.) And believe me, while I don't like seeing this stuff, it doesn't really scare me. I wake up - realize it wasn't real and go back to sleep.

Only this week I have seen people standing beside me. Yes, weird creepy men that I DON'T know watching me sleep. And, my most horrifying one was for two nights I saw dementors (Azkaban guards in Harry Potter) standing at the foot of my bed. One was covered in Cheetos.

I wake up with an "ahh" or "NATE" or ya know some sort of alert, realize I'm retarded and go back to sleep. I would say that I think Nate doesn't appreciate it, but he never remembers it happening and rarely wakes up anyway. (My protector sleeps like a rock.)

I was telling a few girls at lunch about it yesterday and someone said that I'm having "night terrors." Now - the only occasion I've ever heard of night terrors is with Travis Pastrana who screams and sees horrible things all night long to the point that none of his motorcross friends will even sleep in the same room as him. - He sees dead babies in fireplaces and dreams people are trying to kill him. THAT my friends, is a night terror.

Though I don't know what to call my "specialness" it doesn't seem to be a terror to me. I've started to notice that it mainly (or possibly only) happens when I'm awoken from a dead sleep. Like if Bailey moves at the foot of the bed or if Nate turns over. They say that you only remember your dreams that you wake up during so maybe my tired little brain can't decipher between sleep and awake when I'm startled and therefore I see whatever I was just dreaming about in my room. That's fine. I can deal with that, but what does that say about my dreams though?! Why can't I see happy things? Puppies. Babies. Family Members. Anything.

Does anyone else have weird dream/sleep time issues? Or am I totally alone and really weird on this one!?

3 comments:

Amber said...

holy crap that would scare the crap out of me if i woke up for a second & saw something in my room.

when i was younger i would have dreams that came true. totally freaked me out as a kid. once i dreamed of someone i didn't know personally, dying and two weeks later he died. it was just a strange coincidence but it freaked me out nonetheless. i don't do that anymore, but now i have some of the same dreams over & over again. like one where i'm a kid again and my mom jumps out of the car and i have to start driving, but the dream always ends before i hit the road. just weird.

so you aren't the only one with dream issues!

Anonymous said...

Ok you made me totally lol with the dementor covered in cheetos!
The weird dreams would freak me out too, especially about men staring at you, eeek! I don't know what to tell you, just wanted to give you a virtual *hug*. :)

husband said...

how come even after I put Bailey in her crate, I still don't have any room in the bed? guess those strange dreams bring you closer to me? hmmmm