Hi Penni, the thought of running with wolves gives me the heebie-jeebies. I like to hike, frequently by myself, would prefer not to meet up with anything with long, sharp teeth and claws.
The only time I remember waking up screaming was after my step-grandfather's funeral. I was tired and went back to the hotel room and was sleeping. When the rest of the family came in, I woke up halfway, but could not understand what was going on, who these people were, or where I was, and started screaming, out of my head in terror.
I dream a lot, more than anyone I know, I do sometimes have pretty scary nightmares, but they are recurring, so I am used to them, not much worse than the ubiquitous "going to school without your pants on" or "walking into a test in a class you forgot you were taking" dreams. The worst one echoes an experience I had when my younger son was 2 1/2. We went to Virginia Beach, I was standing on the beach 4th of July weekend, watching both boys, and the little one sort of got behind me, and when I turned, he was gone. He lost sight of me and started running, looking for me frantically, and he was maybe 1/2 a mile away down the beach, lost in the crowd, before a lifeguard snagged him. I had no idea what happened to him for what seemed like forever, and I have never gotten over it. Then there was the time my husband left the older on a float in the wave pool, when he was too little to swim. My husband called out to me to watch him, but I didn't hear. The waves started up, and I looked up and saw my son's face, terrified, and I started swimming to him, it felt like I was swimming through syrup I moved so slow. I don't watch horror movies anymore, just trying to keep my kids alive until they learn good sense is horrifying enough. Ugh! |
