I am a sleep talker, walker, and spider killer. A few weeks ago I was half in and out of a dream and woke up, convinced that there was a spider above Rachel’s head. Since Rachel hates spiders (big understatement), and since I am such a loving husband, I did the dutiful thing that any husband would do, I went after the spider. Frantically swinging at the wall I heard a faint question come from Rachel ask what I was doing. Not wanting to scare her I told her that I wasn’t doing anything, even though I pretty much saved her life from the invisible spiders. By that time I was fully awake, and feeling really stupid for swinging my pillow at invisible spiders, I laid back down for the rest of the night.
Fast forward a week or two. Similar half dosed mental state. I can’t remember what I was dreaming about, but there was some urgent need to get out of bed, and even the house. Thinking that something was going to fall and crush me, I leaped to my feet, heart racing fast. I told Rachel, “Come on! We have to go now!” Thankfully she paid me no heed and by that time I was fully alert. Once again feeling stupid, I did the most sensible thing anyone would do when they wake up from a strange dream…I went to the kitchen, ate some chocolate chips, laid down on the couch and fell asleep. Man, I’m really weird at night.