That was just a dream.
I have these nightmare four to five times a month. Other nights I have what feels like a nightmare, but I cant always remember them. Last night was similar. I'm having trouble remembering the details but I do remember I was whimpering at one point, and woke myself up. I remember there was screaming, lots of people, fear and sadness. I remember being horrified at something, which caused the whimpering. I remember something about being a little kid again, and running into my mom and dads room for protection. I pushed the bedroom door open and saw my parents asleep on the bed. I said something like,
"Mom.. dad.. Can I sleep with you" or
"I'm scared.." Or something like that. They let me in and I curled up between them. Thats when I whimpered and woke myself up... as I think about it.. I didnt feel like a child coming in to their bedroom, I felt like an adult... which is odd. I remember screaming at something.. and running, trying to find help. I don't know.
I ended up going right back to sleep after I woke up the first time, which is unusual. I always try and stay awake for awhile, as if allowing the nightmare to pass before I jump back into dreamland. I had another one, but I can't remember any of the details this time.. Just the feeling of sadness. Maybe it was the same dream.. maybe a new one. I woke up the second time,
exhausted.
Haven was hollering for me from her room,
"MOMMA! MOMMA! MOMMA!" I can't even open my eyes at this point. lol really sleepy. I faintly hear,
"Will you bring me something to eat?!" I pull myself up and stagger to her bedroom, talk her into something easy, warm her three sausage links in the microwave, take them to her in a little bowl. I consider making coffee, but she talks me into laying down next to her while she eats her breakfast. To hard to pass up. I curl up around her little body, trying desperately to cover up with her tiny little blankets. I'm almost back to sleep when I feel my feet warm up. She's covering me with her other little blankets. Such a sweetie. I quickly start to drift deeper, but not without that fear of diving head first back into the horror that was my dreamland.
Luckily, Havens a chatterbox, and kept me mostly awake with all of her rambling. lol