Awakened by a *Thump*

So, the dream world has gotten the better of me once again.  I woke up mid-fall as I was running away.  My foot slipped out from under me, and I fell hard on the floor.  It felt like I had burnt off the entire surface of my knee with the ensuing carpet burn.  All because of a stupid dream.  I woke Amanda up, and made her pretty annoyed with me, all because of a stupid dream.

I know Amanda feels bad for me when I have a dream that scares or startles me that much.  But I can also hear the tone of her voice when she asks me what happened.  To be fair, she was startled out of a sound sleep once again to hear me sleepwalking and reacting to a dream.  I probably yelled, and definitely made a loud thump when I hit the floor.

Anyway, I'm going to stay awake for a while and let her get back to sleep.  Hopefully in an hour or so, I'll be able to as well...

It's Very Early in the Morning Right Now...

It's very early in the morning right now (2:20am).  I woke up from a fairly silly dream, was convinced that something odd must be happening, and am now awake and thiking about returning to bed.

So why is it that I didn't just roll over and return to sleep?  Why am I typing at nearly 2:30am?

I sleepwalk.

I half-woke up and thought that there was an event of some kind going on, and there were people trying to join Amanda and I in our bedroom.  So I hopped out of bed, threw on a t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, and walked out of the bedroom to see what was going on...  just to realize that it was the middle of the night and I was out of bed, wearing more clothes than I do while sleeping.

Yesterday morning I had to re-hang the painting that is on the wall over the head of our bed.  I had pulled it down (while half asleep), because I was convinced that one of the hangers had come loose and that it was going to fall and hurt Amanda and me.

When I told Amanda about it, she reminded me that I have woken her up a few different times in the middle of the night because I believed that something dangerous was happening and I was trying to protect her from it.

I remember the dream about the weird robots on the ceiling who were going to drop on us, and me yelling that we needed to get out.  I remember being so scared of one or two other things that have happened in my dreams that I screamed, woke Amanda up, and was halfway outside the bedroom before I came to my senses.

I know that Amanda is an incredibly smart and strong woman.  I know that she's resourceful and would find her own way out of the weird problems/dangers I dream about.  What's more, I remember very clearly her telling me *way* back when we first started dating that she was a damsel, but she wasn't in distress.

But still, a man has to rescue his princess.

...or maybe I've just played too much Super Mario Brothers over the years.

Thanks for reading!