Night Terrors

I was having a dream last night that I was watching a film’s credits and if a certain name came up I’d be killed or something awful would happen. It was one of those dreams where you can’t scream so you take a deep breath and push and try to make some sound – any sound. I start to make a high pitched screech and it gets louder and louder and I my banshee wail crosses over into the real world where I wake up screaming like a madman.

And waking up Ron. Who, of course, thinks I’ve lost my mind.

I mean I was SCREAMING. Like some sort of Monster Manual addendum.

Once I calmed down I started giggling uncontrollably thinking of Ron minding his own business spending the night and waking up to a Tobe Hooper movie in bed next to him.

I did have a ‘startle awake’ later on in the night where I woke up gasping and surprised.

Never a dull moment.

I think it might have been connected to the 2 hour documentary we watched on cults including Jonestown, the Branch Davidians, the Japanese subway sarin attacks, Warren Jeffs and German pederast cult freaky-dink Paul Schäfer who I’d never heard of.

Or it might have been the Nova special we watched on the Brits that tried to sail the Northwest Passage and their ships got frozen in the ice and they spent 6 years in the arctic and turned to cannibalism after bouts with tuberculosis and scurvy.

Sidebar: How do the Inuit get vitamin C?

So somewhere between the cults, cannibalism, millenialist anxiety, mass suicides, mental and sexual abuse content – I think these might have fed my little night terror.



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