When Dreams Attack!

You may think I'm being funny, but I'm not. I'm dead serious. Let me explain...

You know how some people sleep talk or sleep walk? Well, at times I've done both. My sister said I talked in my sleep a lot when I was younger and when I got into Junior High I had a couple of bouts with sleep walking (the ones that I know of). Here's where it gets a little strange...

So, we all know that a person can walk and talk in their sleep, but what if the person acts out their dreams? Example:

A few years ago I was having a really intense dream. I cannot remember all the details now, but I know that it was a nightmare and it is one that I've had many times before...Just can't recall the details, but the feeling is there. Anyways, this is how I woke up:

In my dream I had an object of some sort (I vaguely recall either a Pepsi bottle or a bomb...take your pick). I also remember something hurtling towards me (like a gigantic ball of fire or something) and the other people around me (friends?). And so, I threw the object with great strength at the incoming object. That is in my dream...

In reality, I was lying on my twin size bed (with drawers underneath and a white head board divided into three sections to make little cubby like spaces. Why do you need this info? I am not entirely sure...) and in my dream, as I threw the object with all my strength, I clutched an invisible object in reality and also there it with all my might. The result:

BANG! OWW!!!!! I woke up just like that. In my sleep I threw my arm like I was throwing a baseball and hit it on the top part of the head board. To say the least, my wrist was bruised. My Grandma heard me scream and came to check to see if I was okay and, for the most part, I was. As I sat in the bed examining my quickly purpling wrist, I felt some pangs else where and noticed some red color...

Guess w-h-a-t? When I pulled down the sleeve of my long pajama top, I saw multiple bloody scratches on my arm. I pulled down the other sleeve and there were also scratch marks embedded into my flesh. I sat there astounded. I had no idea what was going on.

SO, I gazed around the room in shock and that's when I saw more! In the middle cubby section of my white head board were three or four long, deep scratches in the paint. I can assure, they were not there before. I called my Grandma in and showed her everything and told her my dream...she said that weird things always happen to me, or around me. True.

Now the weirdest part of all: Underneath my nails there was no trace of blood or white paint. In fact, my nails had just been cut the day before (I keep them real short. Cut them every 3-4 days). So, wouldn't you expect that if I had "sleep attacked" myself, that I would have remnants under my fingernails, assuming they were long or sharp enough to cut me in the first place? Don't you find it a little bit freaky? I know I sure do.

And now to the event which took place this morning (or I guess sometime during the night) which has prompted this very strange and random blog post:

I woke up this morning before my alarm for work went off on my phone. It's an odd feeling when you wake up before your alarm, isn't it? (Especially when you did not fall asleep until sometime near 1am and you wake up without prompting by 6:30am). I digress...I usually lay in my bed 5-10 minutes before I get up so I just laid there in the position I woke up in (an odd position actually. THIS IS IMPORTANT! I was lying flat on my back with my arms stretched out wide. SO WEIRD! I almost never sleep on my back or stomach...I prefer sleeping on my side...my right side...anyways...) As I was lying there, I felt extremely odd...something was...uncomfortable...I ignored it at first because I am usually uncomfortably hot when I wake up here (my Papa does not know what AC is!).

When I finally sat up I noticed what the problem was. My pajama top (I was wearing my long sleeved purple Chip and Dale pajamas, just so you can get a good visual) was not exactly on my body...It was off of me and the only part of me still in it was a little bit of my left arm. Umm...I was...uncomfortable? I don't know how to describe it. As I sat up and pulled my shirt back over my head I really could not make sense of anything...

The first thought that passed through my mind the was that I had somehow been sexually assaulted in my sleep by someone (unfortunately, it has happened before...but nothing serious...luckily I was only about half asleep...I woke up and it was over...boy, if he wasn't who he was he would have died! But I hate to kill friends<3). style="font-style: italic;">liked to believe that I was attacked by some manner of fae...I've read stories of similar things happen...but then again, most people don't believe in fae and so I have been forced to believe the first and most logical (if not equally weird) explanation; that I have somehow attacked myself in my sleep.

Seriously though, I want your opinion. Do you think that I attack myself while sleeping? Or that my dreams attack me? Or that some outside force/being attacks me? Or have I been the victim of harassment while sleeping? I honestly do not wish for the fourth option to be true!

Bye for now! じゃまたね!