Since this particular blog is all about random fun and insanity, I say why not.
In the spirit of why not, I want to share what happened to me this past week. My son was in the hospital with his severe stomach complaints. On Wednesday night, we got a scare. His vitals started dropping lower than they should be. With an Addisonian, these things have to be watched closely. My hubs and I were already exhausted, having been in the ER in Mississippi all that Monday night and then first thing Tuesday morning being admitted to a hospital in Alabama.
By this time, I was incoherent. I was seeing double, and unless you are in a room with the Weasley twins, that's not a good thing. My hubs told me to go lie down for a bit because he was wide awake and my son was going to need me later. Feeling my way to the fold down bed, I laid down and cried myself to sleep for a quick nap.
That's when things got weird.
Worry can really do a number on your subconscious. I started having these really vivid dreams. It was not like the dreams I usually have. I thought I was awake. I was aware of everything going on in the room. The nurse was coming in and out, and hubs was talking to her. I could hear everything that was said. I laid there for several minutes, thinking I just wasn't going to be able to go to sleep. I decided to just get back up....
And that's when it happened.
Something grabbed me. It was so quick. Before I could get up, something grabbed me by my feet and pulled me down the fold out bed. I tried to grab the bed to keep myself from sliding off of it...except that I couldn't move. My arms were pinned down. I tried to scream but no sound came out. I couldn't open my mouth. It felt like I was being pulled down the edge of the bed by unseen hands like the girl was pulled down the stairs in Paranormal Activity 2.
This went on for a couple of seconds.
Thoughts were racing through my mind all of a sudden. "Ghost? This is a new hospital. How can there be a ghost? Wait, paranormal activity is kicked up with new construction......." All this while I was trying to break away from the "thing" that was holding me down and dragging me off the bed. Then, I did it...
I opened my eyes.
No jerking awake or moving at all....just my eyes opening and staring across the room where my husband and son were. As my eyes opened, I could feel tingling all over. Gradually, I regained my ability to move. My heart rate slowed little by little, and I was back to normal.
I hadn't been dragged down the bed at all. It was all just a dream.
From Wikipedia...
Sleep paralysis is a phenomenon in which people who are either falling asleep or awakening from sleep temporarily experience a sense of inability to move, similar to that which occurs when an arm or leg goes "to sleep", but not associated with numbness. More formally, it is a transition state between wakefulness and rest characterized by complete muscle atonia (muscle weakness). It is thought to be a result of disrupted REM sleep which is normally characterized by complete muscle atonia that prevents individuals from acting out their dreams. It can occur at sleep onset or upon awakening. Sleep paralysis has been linked to disorders such as narcolepsy, migraines, anxiety disorders.........
Just anxiety, you say? It was just a night terror? So, there isn't really some tortured soul trying to take me to the dark side and give me cookies?
Frankly, I would have rather just dreamed about the cookies.
Things to do list
1. Find out what a Skrillex is, and then ask him what he means by Bangarang.
2. Have more facial expressions than Kristen Stewart.
3. Decide to put a pink streak in my hair..and then chicken out.
4. Apologize for party rockin'.
5. Learn a new language...I'm thinking elvish.
