So two nights ago I had the strangest night and the following morning was quite strange as well. So it starts out around 8 pm, I’m in bed getting ready to sleep, my boyfriend is already sleeping peacefully beside me and one dog is sleeping on the bed and one is on the bathroom floor which is like three steps from my side of the bed. I sleep on the side closest to the bathroom. I have the tv on and I close my eyes and am starting to drift off. I land in the type of sleep where you are a little bit awake but still asleep as well. I don’t know if that makes sense and if anyone else experiences that but I assume someone has.
I start to have a dream. In this dream I am sitting on the floor in the bedroom in front of the closet which is right next to the bathroom. I am also in the dark folding clothes. Why that is how my dream starts I don’t know, but then I start to hear water running and I am like “hmm I don’t think that Berg, the dog sleeping on the bathroom floor, could’ve turned the water on, I think that maybe I left it on but then realize that no that isn’t it either because I had just started to hear it. I come to the conclusion that it’s obviously a ghost. What other logical explanation is there? So I get up from the floor just on to my knees and for whatever reason decide to walk on my knees and reach around the corner of the bathroom door to shut the water off. For some reason I am having the hardest time getting my hands to turn the handles off on the sink. Clearly the ghost is messing with me. I finally get it shut off and I wake up.
Now I am a little bit scared at this point because normally when I have a dream in that state where you’re not fully asleep and hear a noise in the dream it’s something that is actually happening. So I listen and there is not water running anywhere but I’m not convinced we don’t still have a ghost. Keep in mind my logic may not be completely sound as I am still half asleep with these thoughts. Now I have to pee and am trying to decide whether or not I brave walking into the bathroom where the ghost may be or if I just sleep it off. I decide sleeping it off is clearly the answer. Realistically I know that you can’t “sleep off” having to go pee but I decide I’ll just wake up later and go. Okay so I’m still scared though and I look over at my boyfriend still sleeping just so peacefully as well as the dogs and I decide if I snuggle closer to my boyfriend and rest my forehead on his arm then surely the ghost can’t get me that way.
I go back to sleep and then for whatever reason I wake up again. I look at my phone to see what time it is and how much longer I have to sleep. I normally get up around 3:45 am. It’s 9:30 pm. Only about an hour has passed since the whole dream debacle. I decide it’s safe enough to pee now though and walk into the bathroom and go and walk back to bed and am getting ready to fall back asleep. Before I do thought I start thinking to myself it’s weird that the puppy, Berg, has not started whining to get up on the bed or to play like he normally does. Then I start to fall asleep again. It’s like he was able to read those thoughts though because right when it felt like I was going to fall into a deep sleep I hear whining. I get up, pick Berg up and put him on the bed look at my phone for the time again and see that it is now 10:30 pm. That 3:45 am alarm is getting closer and closer. Finally though I am able to fall back asleep and stay asleep.
Now the next morning I am quite tired, that few hours of almost asleep but not was really not useful. I drop my boyfriend off at work and go back home and plan on taking a nap. Before my nap though I get myself something to eat and sit on the couch to watch the Today Show, which I think I mentioned in another post, I LOVE! There’s a segment on it called Hoda’s Morning Boost and this happened to be a clip of a marathon I think that had happened over the weekend and there were two women who realized they were the last two who hadn’t finished and even though they didn’t know each other they held hands and helped each other cross the finish line. I start openly weeping at this and saying out loud to no one “that’s so sweet!” Now I am quite emotional but as I got up to bring my plate into the kitchen and get myself some water I realize that I am probably a little more tired than I thought because when I am so tired I will sometimes get to a point where I am miserable and cry at nothing.
Side story: My mom had recently reminded me of the time we went to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday and it was so hot outside but my stepdad, mom, ex and I all went to the Hoover Dam and were walking across some bridge and I just start bawling. I was so hot and tired I just could not take it anymore so that’s what my body does. Anyway we end up turning around so I can go back to the hotel and take a nap.
Okay so back to the morning, after deciding I was ridiculous for crying at those two women I take a nap. After about an hour, I get up and get on with my day. At one point during my day I am in the bedroom and realize that the oil diffuser I have is empty so I kneel down to unplug and take the top part off so I can fill it back up with water. This is where the déjà vu kicks in, I don’t know why but I don’t get to my feet to go walk to the sink in the bathroom, I walk on my knees. Just like in the dream! I reach my hand up to turn the handle on and out loud say “Please don’t let the ghost get me!” I know, super irrational and also very alarming to Gemma, the other dog, who has been laying at the end of the bed all this time. She is know standing by my side looking at me like “what is going on?” I decide that Gemma can certainly save me if the ghost tries anything so I tell her what a good girl she is and tell her to keep an eye out for ghosts. Luckily this goes well and I don’t believe the ghost has shown up again.
Now I tell my boyfriend all of this later and he seems to think we don’t have a ghost. Well we were sitting on the couch together and all of a sudden he jumps a little and I look over and am like “what’s going on?” He’s like “it felt like someone was just breathing on my neck” No one was behind him, it’s just me and him and the dogs in the house so again the only logical explanation is the ghost. So I don’t know if we actually have one or not. Realistically, probably not, but in my mind I think we do.
So that was my crazy night and morning. Another useless story for anyone who may read this. But I just felt like sharing.
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