The other night I was in a nice sleep, when my husband JUMPED out of bed, GRABBED the covers and YANKED them off of me.
What the heck?
So I looked up at him standing there holding all the covers and said, “Excuse me?!”
He looked back at me, mumbled something like, “Sorry,” and got back in bed, pulling the now seriously askew covers back over him.
I pulled up some covers and went back to sleep.
The next morning, when I remembered what had happened in the middle of the night, I said, “Hey, what’s the deal with ripping the covers off of me?”
“Oh,” he said, “sorry. In my dream, it made sense.”
Whatever.
LOL!
:neutral::???::smile::grin::lol: That is so funny. I once woke up to Sarah Palming my head (like a basketball) as if to crush it. She was squeezing so hard, her hand was shaking. When she was done, I asked her “Why did you do that?” to which she answered in her sleep…”I’m sorry, I thought you were Jacob”. Well then, super…I am glad at least it wasn’t MY head she wanted to crush.
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I have done the same thing many, many times. My husband never knows what I’m going to do in the middle of the night! And like yours said – in my dream, it makes sense!
It actually not only made sense, it was *extremely important* that I pull all the sheets and blankets off the bed.
Something like Scorpions or Poisonous Spiders or something else, although I don’t remember the dream at all.