Monday, November 3, 2008

Sleep of the Damned

I love nappie time.

I rarely get enough sleep. Actually, I don’t need a whole lot – I get pretty darn restless after about six hours and want to get up, like I’m bored lying there. I get tired and burned out, though, like anyone would, and thus my weekend treat: naps.

I like to zonk out for a couple of hours in the afternoon. My husband, a preposterously kind and indulgent man, sees my eyes glazing over at around two pm and drags me off and puts me in bed. This is always accompanied by me crankily announcing that I’m fine and I can take care of myself and I don’t WANNA lay down, even while I’m walking into walls. He ignores all this and tucks me in. And of course I really do wanna lay down, so I stop arguing eventually and drift off into a lovely, lovely nap.

There’s only one problem.

Afternoon sleeps are when my dreams really get rolling. I get virtual reality dreams, I talk in my sleep, I have horribly realistic nightmares. Beyond nightmares – I get something called sleep paralysis.

There was one episode, a few years ago, that made a lasting impression. I was alone for the afternoon, sleeping blissfully, when I heard the door open. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn’t move – I couldn’t get up, or scream, or anything.

Someone walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed; I could feel the mattress sag under the weight. I was still unable to move.

Slowly, I felt them pull the blanket away….. I was absolutely terrified, trying to scream, and hearing only pathetic squeaks.

And then the paralysis released.

I woke up, opened my eyes, and saw (drumroll)...

NOBODY.

Everything was perfectly normal.

The door wasn’t open, no one had come in, and the blankets were still in place.

If I hadn’t found out about sleep paralysis, it would have made a hell of a ghost story.

5 comments:

Meekiyu said...

whoa... that is spooky...
that happens to me quite a bit...
from what I recall it's the body trying to prevent you from thrashing too much in your sleep and it takes a while for you body to wake up! Put yes that is very very scary... eep!!

markjoy said...

They are also called Night Terrors - well, night terrors and sleep paralysis are two different things, but often one is accompanied by the other. I have both problems, too. In fact, I awoke to find my throat raw and sore last night. When my hubby came in the bedroom to turn in for the night, I began screaming and flailing at him. Of course, I remembered none of this. I remember sometimes, but not others.

sisterofmagichands said...

Maybe it is hereditary. It happens to me too. It's probably all mom's fault.

Magic Hands said...

Everything that has ever happened to me EVER is mom's fault. I'll bitch at her about this the next time I call her.

Secret said...

Ha! This also happened to me once, but the TV was on when I "woke". Showing "True Alien Abductions" or some such rot. I.could.not.move. Meanwhile, the ship lights were on landing mode outside my bedroom window, the aliens were paralyzing me and I was waiting for the...well, whatever happens when the aliens abduct oneself.

Love the blog, btw.

 

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