I had a dream last night so real that I jumped out of bed in what literally could have been "break neck speed" to turn on the light and identify my attacker.
I had been dreaming about my 2-year-old teammate, Zach. In the dream, Zach was petting my brother Todd's former cat, Rambo. At that moment, while Zach was petting Rambo, I swear something hit or landed on my body. Now, whether or not something did, I'll never know. I have a tall halogen lamp next to my bed. Instead of simply and rationally reaching over and turning it on, I leapt out of bed completely and bolted all the way across the room to the light switch to flip on the big light.
My heart was racing, because in my semi-conscious state, I firmly believed I would see an animal on or near the bed. Somehow though, and I'm sure you've all experienced this with dreams, instead of logically expecting a cat (which is what I had been dreaming about), I expected to see a large rat.
Here's why: Outside my bedroom window lives a rat. I assume he lives there at least part-time, because I've seen him digging a hole right outside the window. (There's a video of this on my Facebook profile.) Therefore, in my mind, a cat couldn't get into my apartment, but a rat possible could (by digging right through the concrete wall?). My mind did a quick switch-over and completely convinced me that a rat was trying to gnaw my face off in my sleep. I searched the room thoroughly for the rat or the rat hole. Finding neither, I laid back down and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. All I could think about was whether or not the rat could, in actuality, get into my apartment. I laid there for an hour or two thinking about this and trying not to think about it.
I've dreamt like this since I was a kid - very vividly. It can be a little annoying.
One more story . . . The night before I returned to Berlin from furlough, I was sitting in my parents' living room writing a prayer letter when I heard rustling sounds coming from the kitchen behind me. I walked out to the kitchen and the noise stopped. This happened three times until finally I saw them . . . mice. Plural. I ran into my parents' bedroom and waved at my mom so as not to wake my dad who was already asleep. He ended up waking up and came out to the kitchen and set a trap. He went back to bed and I went back to writing. Five minutes later . . . SNAP! Gross!!! I'm not an animal lover, but I don't like the thought of them dying either. Plus, I could hear the little guy suffering. I went and got my dad who disposed of the mouse and set another trap. Same thing, he went back to bed and I went back to writing. Five minutes later . . . SNAP! That was all my nerves could take that night. If you happened to read my last actual prayer letter, imagine me writing it with mice scurrying around in the kitchen right next to me. How do you feel about rodents?
3 comments:
Kristi, this was hilarious! I love you! Next time these fears keep you up you need to quote Ps. 27:1. This is the verse we are working on with Annabelle this month. I sure hope that RAT can't get in. I would think he can't but what do I know! You are such a good writer!
Oh my gosh so funny. I wish I did get your prayer letter : ). Or prayer email. Or prayer something : ). I would like to have your picture on our refrigerator. Actually, now that I know you have a KING SIZE BED, maybe not so much. What in the world. Totally jealous. At least we don't have a rat. I have to go watch the video on facebook. You have to be kidding me. That is so crazy!
lol, Kristi, this made me laugh. I can see you jumping out of bed like that. For some reason I remember you telling me in college that a mole dug holes outside your window, and you could hear them scratching at your wall. crazy. I hope the rat doesn't make it through the wall! And gross, I would not like mice being assassinated within hearing distance!
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