Monday, 22 July 2013

The Stuff Of Nightmares

At three in the morning I'm woken up by Gary moaning, yelling and thrashing in his sleep:

Me:    Gaz! Wake up!
Gaz:   AAAAAGHH! (briefly tries to grab me around the throat)
Me:    You're having a nightmare! Everything's okay!
Gaz:   Nooo....NOOOO....oh god he's got me
Me:   (from safe distance)  GAZ, WAKE UP!
Gaz:  (wakes up) Oh, oh god, oh my god.

He's really distressed and almost sobbing, so I cuddle him up and reassure him, and ask what awful thing he was dreaming about.

Gaz:  It was him! He dragged me out of bed and began crushing me around the chest!
Me:   Who?
Gaz:  He was ten feet tall, trying to kill me with his huge hairy arms!
Me:   Who? Who was trying to kill you?
Gaz:  He had giant paws!
Me:   Who?!
Gaz:  Smokey!
Me:   Oh for god's sake. (both go back to sleep)








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