In the dream I had just woken up. My room was dark and in the darkness, I felt someone looking at me. I looked over and saw a young man sitting next to my bed with a hooded sweatshirt on. I couldn't see his face or recognize any of his characteristics as someone I knew.
Terrified, I grabbed for my husband and yelled "Who is that!? Who is that!?"
"Who is who? What are you talking about, babe?!" he replied.
Confused, I told him I must've been dreaming.
The following day, I asked him if he remembered me waking him up.
"No, I don't think you woke me up," he said.
I didn't think much of it. While I typically remember my dreams and whether or not I wake up in the middle of the night and eat a half gallon of ice cream (hypothetically), the hubs? I could have a 15 minute conversation with him mid-sleep and he won't remember a word of it.
A few weeks later, I had a similar dream- but this time a middle aged man stood next to my bed as I opened my eyes.
I gasped for air and reached for Kirk.
Again, the next day I asked if I woke him up and he said I didn't.
Two nights ago, I dreamed I opened my eyes and the light in my bedroom was on. I turned to Kirk and saw an older man sitting on the bed. This man bared no resemblance to anyone in my daily life.
"Who are you?! What do you want!?" I yelled in my dream.
He starred at me. He didn't look angry or threatening. But nonetheless, a stranger was in my room.
I woke up talking in my sleep...with my husband asking me what I was saying. Then I jumped.
I woke up...for real. My heart was racing as I sat up in my bed and looked around the room. The lights were off and my husband was snoring next to me.
Had I actually dreamed I'd woken up in each of these dreams? What is causing this recurring nightmare? Is it because I had caffeine before bed?! Does it have to do with my dad? Is it a spirit? (Does that make me sound like a hippy!?)
So seriously...what are dreams made of?
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