I was having trouble sleeping last night (or, more trouble than usual). I was distinctly noticing how quiet things were outside of the house - and thinking back, although I did not check to see what 'time' it was, I recall that afterwards, the birds began to sing so it must have been early morning.
I was on the edge of drifting off to sleep, and I think I had convinced myself that there was 'something' in the house, besides my husband beside me in bed and our 3 cats. I think I had images in my mind of Greys - although I'm fairly certain it was just my imagination.
I don't know if I actually went to sleep and was dreaming what followed, or whether I was just slipping in and out of sleep.
I felt that I needed to open my eyes, to 'catch' or 'see' whatever was in the house - but I couldn't hold them open for long enough, or wake up enough to hold them open. I was finding it difficult to breathe. I 'think' I turned over to my husband (but am unsure whether I was 'dreaming' this) to try and see past him into the hall, again to try and 'catch' a glimpse of what may possibly be in the house. I was trying to 'call' out to my husband, to try and ask him to help me wake up properly - I couldn't breathe or keep my eyes open. I felt I was suffocating or 'drowning' into a sleep that I couldn't wake from. I couldn't vocalise properly, and as I was trying to say my husbands name it 'sounded' breathless and too quiet; he wasn't waking up to help me 'wake up'.
It was very frightening, and although I didn't really think there was anyone else in the house, that I felt I couldn't properly drag myself out of sleep to 'check', and that I couldn't breathe, was very scary.
I think I finally managed to rouse my husband enough that it woke me up properly, and I laid for a while with my eyes wide open - trying to belly breathe deeply to confirm my wakefulness, and then the birds started to sing.
My dreams are often so vivid I can't tell when I am truly 'awake' or not - when I remember my dreams (which I would say is mostly every day) I am rarely in the house that I currently live, so it struck me as odd that I would be 'dreaming' of struggling to wake in my bed.
I have been feeling very 'wasted', head-achy and spread thin this week. Almost floating through each day as though it was a kind of dream, and unable to concentrate.
Touching my forehead right now - it feels foreign to me, as though the skin belongs to someone else. I don't know how to describe it.
Oh! I remember - when I had the impression that it was Greys in the house with us - vividly thinking, that they wouldn't care whether I 'saw' them or not, because we were just 'meat bags' to them - they couldn't care or feel empathy.
I was on the edge of drifting off to sleep, and I think I had convinced myself that there was 'something' in the house, besides my husband beside me in bed and our 3 cats. I think I had images in my mind of Greys - although I'm fairly certain it was just my imagination.
I don't know if I actually went to sleep and was dreaming what followed, or whether I was just slipping in and out of sleep.
I felt that I needed to open my eyes, to 'catch' or 'see' whatever was in the house - but I couldn't hold them open for long enough, or wake up enough to hold them open. I was finding it difficult to breathe. I 'think' I turned over to my husband (but am unsure whether I was 'dreaming' this) to try and see past him into the hall, again to try and 'catch' a glimpse of what may possibly be in the house. I was trying to 'call' out to my husband, to try and ask him to help me wake up properly - I couldn't breathe or keep my eyes open. I felt I was suffocating or 'drowning' into a sleep that I couldn't wake from. I couldn't vocalise properly, and as I was trying to say my husbands name it 'sounded' breathless and too quiet; he wasn't waking up to help me 'wake up'.
It was very frightening, and although I didn't really think there was anyone else in the house, that I felt I couldn't properly drag myself out of sleep to 'check', and that I couldn't breathe, was very scary.
I think I finally managed to rouse my husband enough that it woke me up properly, and I laid for a while with my eyes wide open - trying to belly breathe deeply to confirm my wakefulness, and then the birds started to sing.
My dreams are often so vivid I can't tell when I am truly 'awake' or not - when I remember my dreams (which I would say is mostly every day) I am rarely in the house that I currently live, so it struck me as odd that I would be 'dreaming' of struggling to wake in my bed.
I have been feeling very 'wasted', head-achy and spread thin this week. Almost floating through each day as though it was a kind of dream, and unable to concentrate.
Touching my forehead right now - it feels foreign to me, as though the skin belongs to someone else. I don't know how to describe it.
Oh! I remember - when I had the impression that it was Greys in the house with us - vividly thinking, that they wouldn't care whether I 'saw' them or not, because we were just 'meat bags' to them - they couldn't care or feel empathy.