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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