~A NIGHT TERROR, also known as pavor nocturnus, is a parasomnia disorder characterized by extreme terror and a temporary inability to regain full consciousness. The subject wakes abruptly from slow-wave sleep, with waking usually accompanied by gasping, moaning, or screaming. It is often impossible to fully awaken the person, and after the episode the subject normally settles back to sleep without waking. A night terror can rarely be recalled by the subject. They typically occur during non-rapid eye movement sleep.~
A little departure from the usual post - I'm dedicating this one to all the NIGHT TERROR VICTIMS around the world. ~_~ ...zzzzz
Last night I had a night terror. I woke up to this slice of a man (think - a man sliced into thin slivers like a piece of balogna, but cut so thin that you can see right thru him) hovering over my side of the bed. I was a little grossed out, but pretty sleepy, so I just kinda scooted the covers away and I knew he was so thin he'd blow away. He did, but then I woke up again when he finally made it up and floated down onto my legs. That's when I freaked out and made a fuss. The other night, I had another one, but this time, I was scared because our bathroom (which is closest to me) was a bloody meat locker. I woke up and flipped out because apparently, I had already told my husband that I didn't want to sleep over here next to all the sides of beef. I hated it.
When I was younger, I would wake up in the middle of the living room, trying to convince my mom that there really WAS a styrafoam spider doing a jig on my pillow - next to my head. (She never believed me...???) But more recently, when stress is really a problem, I've woken up screaming - paralyzed and terrified - my heart pounding on my ribcage, shaking like I'm about to be massacred, starring WIDE-EYED at the white-nightied bum lady, head down, shuffling across the room. Or the freaky ghost being floating in the corner of the ceiling. Or the spiders scurring out of the huge spider egg hanging in my face. I've hurt myself on occasion, trying to get the hell out of my husband's grip, him telling me it was okay and there were NO Lincoln heads popping up on the side of the bed. Bruised and blundered, bonked and scratched, I've had quite a time with it. So has he.
If ANYONE knows what I'm talking about, knows someone that has them, or has them yourself, what's up? It's a wretched pattern, and I'd love to hear from you... :( Good night, sleep tight, don't let....well, just try and get some sleep.