Today’s guest blog post was written by Meg’s husband Ed, please enjoy:
Alone at last, but not quite
If you have ever been alone in the house for an extended period of time, you may have experienced the “someone is watching” syndrome or, the less flattering “paranoia” that comes with being by yourself for long periods. “There’s someone in my house!”
There was no one in my home. I was in a dream just waking up. You know the kind of dream: it’s that dream that seems so real that you can feel the wind from the dream as it moves the hair on your arm. You see the contents of your dream very slowly melt away almost refusing to fade in existence. The dream environment fights with the walls in your room for your reality. Yeah, it happened just a couple of days ago. I woke up with the sound of someone walking down my hallway and typing at my computer. Normally this isn’t an issue because after the kids are in bed, Meg might be found in the computer room typing a new blog post. I sometimes find her awake at 5:00 a.m. typing away. The problem this time is that I know that Meg is not here and neither are the kids. My family is away on vacation for awhile, enjoying the sun that sets in the East three hours earlier than at home. I get to talk to them sometimes in the morning before work or just when I get home if it is not past suppertime. With the time difference, getting home just after supper may mean that I miss talking to the kids because it is their bedtime and; theoretically, they should be sleeping.
Back to the virtual scariness,
So, someone is in my house. I hear someone at the computer and someone downstairs! It’s 4:00 a.m. I had to think and move quickly…If you have ever woken suddenly from sleeping, it takes some time for your brain to send messages to your body. The scene in The Princess Bride is so much funnier now.
But, with my best attempt for swiftness, I lunged, and stumbled and locked the bedroom door. “That should foil my intruders.” Stumbling back to my bed, I realize that the keys to the door are right beside the door. (this was to quickly open the door in case our children locked us out)
Hmmm I have it all figured out. I am not sure if I am still waking up at this point because I am physically awake. But, there have been so many times that I have dreamt an incredible idea only to wake up and realize that the idea is totally stupid. Usually the dreams are about how I am a totally awesome opera singer.
Meg tells me often in the morning how my snoring is getting out of control.
Anyways, I realize that my mind was playing tricks on me. But just to be sure, the lights are on, the bedroom door is closed and all the keys are on the dresser inside the room.
I should mention that I’m not making light of real life break-ins. It is a real concern. I guess since in this particular case, it wasn’t real, so I can make fun at my attempt to save myself from…well, my dream self.