I'm Still Up to My Strange Ways

A while back I devoted a blog to all of the strangeness that is my sleep pattern. I often do weird things in the night that I barely even remember. I guess I'm having some kind of awful nightmares, but the strange thing is I don't remember a thing from my dreams. Carl swears that several times a week I have these "episodes" (I'm sounding like a real mental case right about now, huh?) Just because I haven't blogged about it in quite some time, doesn't mean I'm not still up to my old ways.

So, the worst episode happened right after we moved into our new house. It was about 2:00 in the morning when I woke up yelling at Carl. He said that I was yelling, "Get him off of me, get him off of me!". Now, the weird thing is I have no idea what I was dreaming or thinking at this point, but I can remember the pressure of something big and long (like a really heavy snake) pushing down on me. I can remember flopping around trying to get it off of me, but it wouldn't budge. It was so real I almost still think something was there. Now, Carl was fast asleep and of course when he heard me yelling he jumped up. He said that all he could see was a dark silouette of someone sitting up on the bed. So, he ran over, thinking somebody was on top of me, and grabbed the person, about to throw him down off the bed. Luckily, when he grabbed the "person" by the neck, he realized it was only me. I was the one sitting up in bed. After griping at me for scaring him to death and telling me that I was lucky he didn't hurt me on accident, he went back to sleep and I sat there wondering what the heck kind of dream I must have been having! I guess it's a blessing that I don't remember anything specific.

Well, this kind of thing seriously happens a lot in our household. Sometimes it happens when Carl is still awake, which he prefers because then he doesn't get his sleep interrupted. Also, it freaks him out when he's awoken by my screaming or pulling on him. Poor Carl didn't know what he was getting into when he married me!

The other night, I remember waking up, running into the room where Carl was on the Playstation and telling him that two men were in our room. I had only been asleep for about 45 minutes at the time. By the time I repeated it to Carl, I realized that what I was saying didn't make sense and that I must have been dreaming. My pulse was racing so fast and hard that I could feel it, just standing there. So, I reluctantly went back to bed and actually slept the rest of the night.

Now, I'm really not someone who is scared of everything. I don't go to bed thinking awful scary thoughts or worrying about someone "getting" me. So, I have no idea where these outbursts come from. But, I know I must not be sleeping well, and maybe that's one reason, besides being pregnant, that I'm tired all the time. I would almost like to have some sleep studies done on me, in hopes to figure out what is wrong! But, I don't think I could sleep very comfortably knowing that there would be people behind the glass watching me. I'm betting that might make my nightmares worse!