Well…mebbe it’s
because, for some reason lately, that we’ve been sleep-deprived that we haven’t
posted much of late. Just plain tired and behind the eight-ball, is what I’m
sayin’.
Seems like Peggy’s been sleepin’ good. It’s
obvious to me, that she is. I know she’s sleepin’, cuz she dreams, and I know
she’s dreamin’…or she better
be dreamin’ is all I can say, and I have my reasons why, too.
I’ve been awakened by finger tips lightly
dancing all over the top of my bald head. I’ve been “polka-dotted” with a
finger on the side of my face, which, of course, woke me up. One time I worried
about whether or not she had hurt her hand when I got walloped while I was
sleeping and she was supposedly sleeping and never knew a thing about it, until
I asked her in the morning if her hand hurt. Nope—THEN she was worried about me;
I don’t think she worried when I was getting walloped...good thing it was just
the one smack.
Sometimes I
really worry about what’s going on in her dreams, like for instance, when I’m deeeeeeep in blessed sleep and am suddenly awakened by
somebody screeching directly into my ear, “Heyyyy!!!” or “AAAAHHHHHH!!!” My
heart starts racing because I don’t know what’s going on in our room! My
“fight-or-flight” has kicked on, I throw the covers back, ready to jump outa
bed and do battle with…I hear soft snoring. Sound
asleep she is, after scaring me and da dawg awake. He must be used to it by
now, cuz he doesn’t even break a bark anymore about it. I open my nook to read
a little bit to calm my nerves and try to get back to sleep.
Dat dawg would have
trouble going back to sleep if he about had his nose nearly screwed off while
he was sound asleep. Peg sez she was dreaming that she was reaching wayyy over
to turn off a light switch, and it didn’t wanna turn. So, she pinched it harder--gonna make it twist. She only stopped when I
grabbed her hand off my C-Pap face mask. If I knew what to expect in her nighttime
assaults, I might be like the dawg…no big deal, but she comes up with new
“ideas” every night.
One night she accused me of being “Joe”
somebody, so she started smacking him around, yelling at him to, “Knock it off,
Joe”. Boy, I’m glad I’m not Joe.
I don’t know who the guy was who got on the
bad side of her in her sleep at a crowded skating rink one morning, in the
middle of the night. This weaselly little guy was knocking people off their
skates, and a little girl almost got hurt, so Peg reached hard and grabbed him
by his shirt. She started yelling, “I got
him! I got him!” The guy tried
getting away and started yelling back, “Let go, let go Peg! You’ve grabbed a
handful of my skin!” And it hurt, too…a little bit.
She meets all kinds of people in her sleep.
Some of them must be complete idiots. She had to keep informing one of them in
no uncertain terms—and loudly, that
what they were holding in their hand, “It’s a towel…it’s a TOWEL…listen
to me, it. is. a. TOWEL!!!”
The night
the bear got in, though, was pretty disturbing, momentarily. It happened just
after I had staggered to the bathroom around, I guess
it musta been around
3 a.m. Here I am in the middle of my business when she starts screaming, “It’s
a bear…it’s a BEAR!!!” I’m on the
other side of the house, on the
toilet. Now why…or how, or what in
the hell would a bear be doing breaking into our house at this time of night
and I’d heard no windows break or wood splintering. Sighhh…so, just this time I
decided to let the bear get ‘er. She was sleeping…she wouldn’t know I let the
bear get ‘er.
I don’t know what happened, but by the time I wobbled
back to bed, she musta had him subdued, cuz she was sound asleep. Probably
snatched his nose off something. Maybe scared him by barking like a dog, but I
didn’t hear her bark like BeauxBear and I did one night. She said she was in
the driveway and BeauxBear was running for the front door, followed by a pack
of coyotes. He made it into the house, so to scare off the coyotes, she started
kicking at them and barking like she was a bigger dog than they were. Well, all
her barking and kicking not only scared off the pack, but it woke her up, too.
None of us, neither
BeauxBear or I could breathe there for a second. She slowly pulled her foot
back in under the blankets and laid there all quiet. Finally, I just hadda ask,
“What was that?” A simple question.
She whispered(?) “Oh, did I talk in my sleep
again?”
“Nooo,” I answered, “You barked…like ‘ROOOF WOOOF-WOOF!!! scared the HELL outa me an’
Beaux…he jumped about a foot off the
bed an’ scratched my leg when ‘e landed! I couldn't figure out for the life of me what YOU would be barking at. 3:30 in the morning--that's the dogs job.”
Now, there’s
a lot more stories about Peg’s nightlife, but I’ll just leave it here, I guess.
Now, I try not to wake her up unless she’s got a really bad dream goin’ on that
I think is really scaring her, so I wake her up before she gets ta going too
bad, where one of us…meanin’ me, (or “Joe”) might get hurt. I do have to say, I
think I did “Joe” or whoever a favor the other night, tho’. It was pitch black
in the room, I was sound asleep and was awakened by a very DEEP, LOUD moaning,
“MUH-AH-HAH-HAHHH!!!” I woke up with
a start, squinting to see anything, “this can’t
be good,” I thought, “who’s in here…is somebody in here? Should I grab my
rifle?” Oh wait…Wait a second…getting
my bearings, I remembered that Peg does do a very, very deep voice sometimes. Letting out a slow breath, I gave Peg’s
arm a little shake, “Wake up, Peg, you’re dreaming.”
I kinda felt sorry
for whoever was her victim in there tonight. Getting a “muh-ah-hah-hah” could
be very bad for them. I figure I’m their hero tonight, saving them like
I did. I hope they got some sleep outa da deal, anyhow. As for me an' my dawg,..well, I don't know about him, but I’m sleepin’ with one eye
open.
