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Happy-joy, another night terror. THey’re pretty passe to me these days, and I can usually go right back to sleep. Usually after muttering ‘Oh, goddamn it...’

Anyway, this one stood out because a) I remembered it, and b) it was a pretty traditional ‘abduction’ night terror, which I used to have as a kid but never have now.

I was in my car, driving at night. The roads were long and curving, the scenery was farm fields and light wooded areas. As I was driving, I think I heard a radio playing some kind of news station, but it was indistinct.

I caught a glimpse of two figures on the side of the road, who looked to be talking. In the dream I dismissed it- two guys talking isn’t weird. But I distinctly recall that they seemed to be lit by their own light (i.e. they were glowing).

As I continued to drive, I continued to see glowing humanoids, usually at the side of the road, always singular. They drew my attention so much I was swerving, and I had to fight to keep on the road.

Finally, one of them was RIGHT IN THE ROAD, and I hit him. I distinctly recall the sound of the impact (a dull thud and the sound of the body going over the car), and I woke up. I could have gone back to sleep, but I think the headache I also had developed helped wake me. Besides, it was close to the usual time I get up.

The figures, by the way, looked like a cross between tall humans and the traditional ‘grey’ aliens famed in abduction scenerios. If you think you’ve been abducted, it is usually ‘just’ a night terror of this type. The appearance of the Greys is a construct of the brain based on how the brain sorts sensory input, hence slender body, prominent head, eyes and hands.

Really kinda getting sick of these.
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And another screwball night terror. I was woken up today about noon by building maintenance coming to fix and outlet in the roomie's room. I'd called it in, so that wasn't a big deal, but I couldn't get back to sleep after. So I got up for a while, watched an art stream that had to abort due to a pet-emergency, and played some Diablo III. With food and a beer, I finally felt like I could sleep at about 3 pm, and crashed.

I slept til about 9 PM, so that was good.

What was NOT good was waking up screaming. I really, really hate that, especially since as soon as I was awake, the fear was utterly, totally gone, replaced with annoyance and a mild headache.

The was particularly odd in that it guest-starred an artist friend of mine (Haligren/Teknicolortiger) and her character in the Silver & Bonr RP group, Hayden. It also guest starred, in a bizarre side-plot, a hockey team that looked suspiciously like the old Minnesota North Stars.

In the dream, she and I were talking about Hayden wanting to kill himself for whatever reason, and for some reason I proposed Vasily (my beefy Russian ex-Vory werewolf) helping. When the agreement was in-character struck, Vas didn't give him a chance to think, and shot 'em in the head with a silver bullet, then decapitated him.

THAT wasn't the scary part.

The scary part (and all of this was weirdly mixed in with some kind of heroic 'last miracle shot' hockey story), was for some reason I was at my folks, sleeping, and something horrible was crawling up my sleeping body, and it was /hungry/.

I have fucking weird dreams. I have no idea where the stu[id hockey subplot came from, and I still can't really sort if I was the 'hero' in that bit, or if for some screwy reason it was Hayden.

Hayden, fyi, is a serial-killer werewolf, an NPC Elder of one of the clans, and the LEAST likely person I can imagine getting into a hockey game. :P
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I really, really hate night terrors sometimes. Or maybe given my sleep habits they're 'day terrors'? I don't know. All I know is that I've had them since I was a little kid, and they are a Pain In The Ass.

That's why I'm awake now. I had a doozy. Not that fear is keeping me awake- instead I can't stop giggling about it.

Anyway, it apparently took place in the Heinsohn farmhouse; as usual, everything was kinda jumbled and garbled, and a lot of facts were wrong- like the house in Real Life(tm) is on Rural Route 1 outside of Le Seuer, Minnesota, and in the dream it was in Minneapolis. I'm not totally sure what was happening, but as far as I can tell, I was living in the place, and was trying to sell it for $500,000. This is NOT an unreasonable price- the place is HUGE.

In the dream, when I started screaming in the waking world, I was in bed with some kind of NASTY presence looming over me. Some of the jumbled bits I recall were leading someone through the house (on a showing, I suppose), and oddly changed details like there being a cobweb-strewn wooden archway on the stairs leading to the basement. In the real house, its brightly lit, never cobwebbed and done in linoleum.

Usually, I can get right back to sleep. Rarely this creepy-as-hell sensation remains, and I can't. This time, I start giggling every time I think of the screams I was giving out with. Gah!

Gettin' really, really tired of this.


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