We’ve all been scared. And I’m sure for the most part when we looked back at the situation we never doubted for a second why we felt the fear and why we reacted in such a manner.
I started having night terrors. First time I remember having it me and my wife were living in our first apartment. In the night I saw a person in our room with a knife. And they were coming towards the bed. I woke up screaming and staring straight ahead at the attacker. As the backdrop of the dream slipped away and I came back to reality I was focused on the shiny Leggs egg on the dresser that my wife’s pantyhose came in. In my dream I obviously had my eyes open. The knife with its shiny finish was a real thing present in the room. I had just managed to make it into something else.
Over the years I’ve continued to have bad dreams. But now, the things I fear make no sense at all. I’ll awaken in a panic and my wife will ask me what’s trying to hurt me. And I feel silly when I say........ there was a plate of cookies. Literally wake up in a panic and screaming over stuff that doesn’t stand to reason most would find horrifying.
