According to Kansas, sometime in the wee hours of Thursday morning I jumped up to my hands and knees (I sleep on my stomach) and started freaking out about bugs. Kansas, so rudely awakened by my freak out, calmed me back down into the appropriate nighty night time position only to discover that I was and had been sound asleep the entire time.
Thursday Morning, 6:30AM
Kansas: Remember what you did last night?
Kara: Did?
Kansas: You jumped up in bed and freaked out.
Kara: I what?
Yeah...explain THAT.
13 keep(s) me blogging:
HA! I'm one of those people who paid tickets to see the movie "Bug"...yes, call it "ironic consumption". I suggest you check it out if ya haven't yet. It's terrible, hilarious, and relevant.
Bugs can't hurt you, you'll be saying you're frightened of popcorn next. It looks like your beau had a bad dream. Sleeping on the tummy may not be good for wrinkles, check it out with a beautician.
Funny that you mention two things I was just thinking about today: bugs and sleeping on one's stomach.
The short told me about this bug that he found in the basement. So he caught it in a jar (after losing it for a half hour) and took it outside to let it go. I kid you not, it was the size of a 50 cent piece. BLAAAHHHAAHAHAH!!!
I'm glad he has no fear. I'd be hopeless without him, because I can't deal with that kind of trauma.
And I have heard that sleeping on your stomach means you're insecure They must be wrong. I don't consider you insecure in the least.
wow, I write a lot.
I stop now. :)
i don't think this is weird at all. my old roomate used to scream bloody murder and sit up in bed and then slowly fall back into place...never to remember it. how her own scream didn't wake her up i'll never know.
she's happily landscaping now...it calms her. haha
aaanyway. i wouldn't worry bout this one.
however, i would worry about sleeping on your schtumak. i dunno why but you just should.
Rumor has it that I scream and kick Slag in my sleep sometimes. I think sleep freak-outs are a sign of fabulousness.
Jilly (see above) sanitized her version of what she does to me sometimes in her sleep. She spurs me like a rodeo bull rider, toes and heel, sometimes seven or eight times in less than three or four seconds. The first time it happened, by the time I woke up all was quiet again and my leg was aching. I had no idea what the hell happened. Bruises showed up the next morning. The second time it happened I was awake and still was not able to avoid the first three or four kicks. She is that fast, like ninja assassin, a fabulous ninja assassin.
By the way, I think that was a bold move on Kansas’s part, but I have a question. At what point during the “nighty night time position” did he realize that you weren’t conscious.
Kara: You have always been a "night talker". We recall you rambling, quite LOUDLY in fact, in incoherent tongues. We never did much about it because it was actually rather entertaining. So, sweet dreams!
ax - man, i don't even know what you're saying.
goranas - well, as long as my back stays smooth, i'm sure my man will stay interested.
nic - kansas is a "bug saver" too...it's something we're continuing to discuss. i don't know if how i sleep means i'm insecure or not. i definitely have my moments. but i like to hug the pillow like a teddy bear so maybe that means i have a peter pan complex as well.
macoosh - i think it's only bad if your 6 months old or younger. i'm slightly past that age. slightly.
jill and slag - slag, i'm sure you're exaggerating and/or are a pansy. unless jill never cuts her toenails, it really can't hurt that badly. jill, i wholeheartedly agree...if we look up "night terrors" in the DSM...i'm sure we'll see the words "indicates fabulousness".
apterix - well, i know i'm a night talker, but i don't recall ever hearing any stories from you guys about actually moving and freaking out, as it were.
Seriously messed up subject.
The whole "dream/nightmare-induced activities" thing has always disturbed me. I am pretty average, only giggling or crying quietly on occasion, but my son James once pissed on the piano, granted he was a wee lad, (get it, wee lad, God I crack myself up!) and Sarah sat bolt upright, eyes wide and yelled. Scared the sh!t right outta me...
Seriously messed up subject.
The whole "dream/nightmare-induced activities" thing has always disturbed me. I am pretty average, only giggling or crying quietly on occasion, but my son James once pissed on the piano, granted he was a wee lad, (get it, wee lad, God I crack myself up!) and Sarah sat bolt upright, eyes wide and yelled. Scared the sh!t right outta me...
You come by this trait honestly, I used to be famous for doing the same thing and never remembered it in the morning. Fortunately for me, and those around me, I outgrew it once I got old. I guess that means you're still a youngster, enjoy it while you can...and where are the spiders? They're the worst!
I don't think I have enough time to explore the depths of your crazy little head ;)
FREAK!
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