So I am sleeping peacefully last night. Just zzzz-ing away. And then it all started. It actually is pretty comical, when it is all over.
Frank wakes me up yelling something about
printer cartridges. I have no idea where that even came from. When he
starts vocalizing like that, I wake up cold stone fast and get out of
the bed. He is in full REM sleep and acting out his dreams in that
It always takes me a few
split seconds to react. I see him kick hard up toward the fan, arching
his back to get maximum height. He even makes sounds like he is doing
karate and moving his arms like he is punching. He looked like he was
doing a wild pole vault. He falls back to the bed and turns to strike a
roundhouse kick toward the dresser next to the bed. And then he turns
I grab the pillow that lives between us and
shove it toward him like a shield. When he first started this, I used
to wake him up. But after a while, he started incorporating me into his
dreams and I got hurt a couple of times. So I don't do that unless I
am out of arm or leg distance!
He kicks toward me but laying on his side he gets tangled in the pillow I love that pillow!
rolled out of way. He kicks again and his leg came down hard and
hits the laundry basket on the chest at the end of the bed. Keep in
mind, this happens in just a few seconds.
I am trying
to scramble out of the bed and I get hit by this flying laundry basket!
I block it like an Olympic volleyball player, right back to him. Which
must have woken him up.
When he is fully awake, he is grappling with the laundry basket yelling, Those darn Arabs!
asked him if he was OK, he lets go of the laundry basket he is hugging
and says, They have too many cartridges. Why can't they be like the
Cartridges? I say.
Yes, printer cartridges, they just had too many of them and I was pissed.
guess he took care of the situation. While I have nightmares, he has
superhero dreams. Saving the world from those who want too many printer
cartridges was his job last night.