My hubby has a vivid imagination to say the least and
unfortunately this doesn’t have an off switch when he goes to the land of nod.
Being suddenly woken up in the middle of the night is never
fun and episodes range from random shouting and talking in Welsh to full on
night terrors, to which all you can do is try to sooth and let run their
course. All tend to end with him waking
himself up, giving me a quizzical look, turning over pulling the duvet with him
and mumbling grumpily “shut up Ellie I’m going to sleep”. To which I just lay still and stunned!
The first night terror I can recall was in our little one
bedroom flat on the coast of Aberystwyth (West Wales) one January night. A storm was brewing and we’d watched ‘Indiana
Jones’ the night before. Suddenly Mr H
jumped out of bed screaming “scorpions!” and whacking the sheets. He proceeded to pull me out of bed and strip
all the covers off, fanning them frantically and hitting the mattress as I
stood bewildered, shivering and slightly in shock! Next thing I knew he had made the bed, got
back between the covers, rolled over and gone back to sleep.
There have been similar situations with rats and lobsters
under his pillow and bumble bees chasing him.
Usually he runs around shouting for a bit whilst I try to sleepily sooth
him and gently coax him back to bed. One
night I woke up to him nudging me in the back, “what’s wrong?” I questioned,
suddenly awake with fear something had happened. “I’m making canapés” he answered
innocently. Obviously!
He often tucks himself up in bed with a smile on his face
thinking aloud “what shall I dream of tonight?” – all I can think is “please
don’t let it be butchering an animal carcass”!
The thing is the next morning he denies all knowledge, looks
at me like I’m crazy and is convinced I’m making it all up…… maybe I’m the one
who’s been dreaming……
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