When I was 8, my dad was shaving in the bathroom getting ready for nightshift and turned around to this:
Yeah. He was scared too.
That was the beginning of my forays into the realm of sleepwalking.
After a few years of wandering about creeping my parents out, I switched to a new tactic. I started sleep talking. At first it was gibberish and barely English. But as I got better at it, I could have full-out one-sided conversations with myself or whoever was foolish enough to listen.
When my grandparents stayed with my family for a few months, my sister and I shared a bedroom. Unfortunately for her, we discovered that sleep-talking is contagious. Maybe she subconsciously thought it would be rude to not answer my random questions?
Mom was not impressed. She told us on one occasion that she woke up in the middle of the night and creepy whispers were coming from our room.
Well, now that I'm married, I have a new person to torture. I probably should have warned him about my nocturnal wanderings, but I honestly thought I didn't do it anymore. But maybe I was just waiting for someone to talk to!
The other night I had a dream that a rat had crept into the room and was making angry chatters in the vicinity of my husbands "sensitive area". This creeped me out, so I flipped off the covers and made a grab for it. But I couldn't find it! And it was getting angrier and angrier. At this point, the dream was kind of scary.
Wellllll... let's just say that what was a dream for me, was reality for my poor husband. He was jarred from sleep to me ripping off all the covers and punching him in a very sensitive area. Talk about a rude awakening, eh?
Best part: I didn't even wake up, so my poor hubby had to suffer all by himself. I wonder if he was afraid of attack number 2?
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