You are awakened from a deep sleep by blood curdling screams. Screams like you've never heard from the person beside you.
This was Greg last night.
Apparently, I was screaming in my sleep. He woke up to find me trying to get out of bed. He was trying to figure out what was going on. Was someone in the house? Was someone hurting me? In some split seconds he determined there was no intruder and pulled me back into the bed. I do not remember what it was in my dream that made me scream. I don't even remember it being particularly terrifying. However, the movement of him pushing me back into a lying position entered my dream and I was being pushed onto a device with poisonous needles. The needles went into my back and I screamed even louder, more persistently, and tried harder to get out of bed.
Greg was doing his best to keep me down while I was fighting him and screaming more and more. In my dream his foggy face entered as he was repeatedly telling me, "You're alright." He soothed. I fought. I screamed. I couldn't figure out why he was telling me I was okay when clearly I was in danger because I had just been injected with poison. Sheesh, didn't he realize this? Slowly, his face became more and more clear and the screaming stopped just as suddenly as it began.
There he was, holding me down, trying to calm me down and wake me up. Meanwhile, I'm wondering why he's on top of me telling me I'm alright. What's going on here? It took a few minutes for the pieces to come together with the help of his explanation. It took a few minutes for Greg to catch his breath from all the excitement. Hey, what can I say? I know how to make a man's heart race!
I am not an easy person to wake from a nightmare. I am in deep. But even still, I seem very much awake to the observer. Then when I wake up I am confused by Greg's behavior. And he's just as much confused by mine.
One time I woke up to Greg sitting up in bed rubbing cramps out of my calves. Evidently I had been adamant in my sleep that I had cramps in my legs and needed help right away. I was so confused about what was going on, and still in a pretty foggy place, that I just rolled over and went back to sleep. He was so pissed at me for not even saying thank you. He didn't realize I had been asleep during my plea for help.
The good part about last night? A couple of things. Greg was worried that I may have woken up and scared the bejeezus out of the girls. Not so. Not a peep from them. Also, although I caused quite a ruckus it's nice to feel protected when I'm in danger ~ even when the danger is imaginary.