I have a tendency to talk in my sleep and on occasion, I've been known to get up and wander. It's not something that happens a lot in adults- most folks outgrow the childhood tendencies. Lucky me.
Last night as I was laying in bed, the oddest thing happened. I fell asleep without noticing it, which normally wouldn't be a problem. However, in my dream-awake state, as I was laying in bed staring at my dresser, I noticed River had snuck in to the bedroom, walked to my side of the bed then snatched a toy that was near my head. As she turned to flee, her tail slammed in to a nearby lamp and nearly knocked it over. I screamed "RIVER!" then sat bolt upright in bed, disoriented.
Did it happen? My eyes darted to the closed bedroom door. Slowly my faculties returned. No, she couldn't have gotten out of her kennel, much less have gotten in to the bedroom. Nevermind there were no dog toys in bed with me.
A new thought occurred. Did I really scream her name out loud? Oh geez, not again, Tim loves to catch me sleep talking, the more outrageous it is, the more fun he has.
I paused, waiting. When he didn't comment, I began to relax. I slowly scooted back down under the covers.
*POUNCE*
The bed shakes and I feel the familiar weight of Toby, the needy cat, laying across my leg. With a gasp, I sit bolt upright again.
I had been fooled again. Apparently I slipped back in to sleep
nearly instantly, though my brain still thought I was looking down
towards the foot of the bed, getting comfortable and preparing for
sleep. There was no Toby, though my brain clearly told me he had been laying on me. I felt the bed bounce when he landed on it, I heard the slight creak of the springs.
I sat for a moment, gathering my thoughts. Finally, I settled myself in and tightly shut my eyes- then shut my eyes again.
Though I had some strange dreams, I managed to keep them from bleeding over in to real life. *whew*
-Kristen
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