Dreams and Screams

We had another dream-related episode this morning. I went for a pee at 5am ,and when I came back Philippa was sitting bolt upright in bed, gripping a pillow, but with her eyes closed. I put my hand on her shoulder to ease her back down and she screamed in my face like a banshee with it’s toe caught in a mousetrap. It went on for ages. When she ran out of breath, she collapsed back on the bed and carried on sleeping peacefully. I was so unsettled I couldn’t get back to sleep. I lay awake worrying that she had a brain tumour, or schizophrenia or something. (I tend to have extreme thinking when I’m tired and tense) Over breakfast, I casually mentioned it and she laughed and said “Oh, that happens quite often. Some kind of night terror thing. Thankfully, I can never remember them” and she carried on eating her toast. I may start sleeping on my own again.

RC 12-4-11