One night last week, as I lay sleeping soundly in the comfort of my own bed, something strange happened. I had pulled a muscle in my knee a few days earlier, so I had taken a low dose of a pain medication right before bedtime to help me sleep – but other than that, everything was normal. The room was the perfect temperature, the low hum from the running fan helped lull me to sleep, and the bed was as comfortable as ever.
I heard a loud crash – more like a loud THUD – from the living room, followed by my wife’s voice yelling out in what I could only imagine was obvious pain. I sat straight up, threw the covers to the side and ran into the living room at full speed, ready for action. I even grabbed my phone on the way, just in case I needed to call 9-1-1. And I was sure I would need to call 9-1-1. Like a super hero who and just been called into action by the voice of a damsel in distress, I was ready for anything!
But once there, I found the living room dark and empty.
I ran into the kitchen – my head whipping back and forth, scanning every inch of the room like the Terminator on a mission. Again – nothing was even out of place.
I ran down the stairs to the basement – too quickly to be careful not to fall forward in a crazed frenzy, which could have been disastrous for a klutz like me – but when I made it to the bottom, the only thing there was a half-asleep cat looking up at me with those, “WHAT?” eyes.
Back upstairs, I circled the entire house in and out of every possible room, getting more and more scared and panicked the whole time… Nothing… No one. I looked outside in every direction – the back door, the side patio, the front porch, the driveway… Nothing!
At this point, the taste of adrenaline is filling my mouth, and my heart is racing so hard that I am having trouble focusing my eyes through the quivering. I am, for lack of a better phrase, freaking out.
I decide that it is best at this point to slow down and take control of the situation. I run through my head where I have looked, what I heard, and every possible scenario. I take a few deep breaths & choose to go back to the bedroom where, much to my surprise, I see my wife – laying comfortably in the bed, fast asleep, only inches from where I had first bounded into action. She may have even been touching me at the time. It is entirely possible.
Evidently, the sound of the crash followed by her screams… was all just a dream; a dream so vivid that it jarred me out of a sound sleep.
It took me a while to calm down enough to get back to sleep, but I finally did. Informing my wife of how heroic I had been, dashing to her rescue in the face of certain danger, would have to wait until morning.