Ever since Erica was born I have the most realistic nightmares. It all started when I thought someone had broken in to take her. I acted out my dream. Jumped on the bed and was like I was fighting off some mad man. My husband thought I was crazy. One time I actually hurt myself by launching myself off the bed and hitting the dresser. I awake as they are occurring. If you gave me a lie detector test I would tell you they are real, even though I know better.
Last night was the latest. This one only involved bugs biting me in the forehead (haha hahaha) and I awoke to me brushing them off the bed. Actually I brushed Junior off the bed. He didn't care for that.
I wish they would stop. They get me all hyped up and since my mind thinks it's real, I can't get back to sleep. At least no one is trying to take my kids anymore.
I bet I am going to be really interesting as an old lady. I'll be coming to bingo talking about the robbers I fought off the night before. I better make sure my room at the home doesn't have sharp edges. Yep, good times ahead.