Finally, after two weeks of persistent insomnia, I managed last night to fall asleep at midnight. My prayers had been answered, I was going to get a restful sleep.
Suddenly, at 1 a.m. I sat bolt upright in bed and started screaming, "WHERE AM I?1 WHAT HAPPENED?!" All I was aware of is that someone had unjustly been killed. I kept screaming.
My mother had to come into my room and calm me down. The whole episode lasted maybe a couple of minutes. I've had nightmares before but I think that this might qualify as a night terror.
Skip ahead a bit to 4 a.m.. I had managed to fall back deeply asleep. At 4 I again sat bolt upright desperately gasping for breath. One of my cats was sitting next to me mewling frantically. I realized that I had somehow managed to tie my sweater around my throat and pulled it tight. My pillows were arranged like Stonehenge and my blanket had been flung across the room. Again, I had this nagging sense of death. I fell back asleep.
6 a.m. the dog needed to go out, but my mother managed to take care of that without really disturbing me. I fell back asleep.
9 a.m. the dog starts barking violently. I jumped out of bed and ran to the living room, unarmed. I was certain we were being burgaled. Turns out the mail man had brought some bills.
I walk zombie-like back to my bed and somehow manage to drop off. But at 10 my dad waltzes into my room, yells good morning and asks if I want to go to Walmart. My mother had warned him that I had not slept well at all this night, but he still thought that I would prefer to get up and shop rather than rest on my day off.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH LETTING ME SLEEP?!?!?!
I hope that I don't experience any more night terrors for a long time to come.
