I had a really bad experience this morning. Sleeping fine, deep and relaxed but in the wee hours of trying to get past the weekday-wake-up-for-work-hours to the weekend-sleeping-in-hours, one of our three alarms goes off. I JUMP! Heart racing and startled, I think, “I’m late for work.” I’m halfway out of bed when I realize “Eeeeeeee! It’s Saturday.” I try to fall back to sleep, but I have to pee, and you know if I get up, I’ll be up. <insert pissy-faced-head-flopping-side-to-side here>
I toss and turn a bit when I hear ever so faintly people talking. After several minutes of struggling to figure out where the voices are coming from, or if I am even imagining it, I realize it’s the second alarm going off. Agitated, I yell at the Boy, “TURN OFF THAT GOD DAMN ALARM.” Only I didn’t say, “God Damn,” and I didn’t really yell.
Okay, so I get up and pee (I might as well at this point). I let a long sigh out, and go back to bed. I flip from side to side trying to find my “I-do-not-need-to-work-this-morning-sleep-in,” when the Boy groans, “Stop fidgeting.” <insert what you think happens next> Really? Let me remind you that those two out of three alarms are YOURS, and mine was shut off. <long pause for drama> FINALLY, I fall back to sleep.
TWO HOURS LATER…
GASP! I sit up holding my chest and a strong headache comes over me from the sudden adrenaline rushing through my body. What the hell just happened? I was dreaming. What was I dreaming? I start to remember that I had two baby turtles, two miniature bunnies, and two of some other animal (I can’t remember for the life of me what they were). I’m playing with my animals when I hear the Boy scream from the basement, “Gremlins! We have Gremlins!” I yell, “Gremlins! What are Gremlins?” I had to ask because the only Gremlins I know are fiction and this was real. =|
I start to see something moving up the stairs, I grab a broom (which must have been Witchy Poos broom because it was right there standing in mid-air). Anyway, as I approach the Gremlins, they seem to get bigger. They start to go after my turtles and bunnies (side note: I’m crazy). Afraid for my animals, I start pushing the Gremlins out the door and off the porch (which resembles Dorothy’s Kansas home – everything turns black and white when you walk out onto the porch). They get bigger and bigger and they’re growling and saliva is running off their sharp-pointy, thick teeth. <insert dramatic music here>
FINALLY, I push them outside; I slam the door shut. <BAM> One of the turtles screams out, “The bunnies are outside.” Shocked that my turtles could talk, I pause for a moment before I swiftly bust open the door and go to grab my bunnies. The Gremlins are laughing at me, and I shout out, “Stop it! Stop it!” I scoop up my bunnies put them inside the door and as I turn to shut the door one last time, A Gremlin spits at me, then lunges at my throat. Almost simultaneously, the Boy comes walking up the stairs. I look at him, “Brad!” I GASP!