So,
I had another classic nightmare last night. At first, it was a perfectly normal realistic dream of a completely normal day in the life of The Funk. I went to work. I worked out at the gym, whatever. Then, I would hear a noise as if it were off in the distance. It would turn into a voice coming from a speaker system. My vision would go foggy and as it cleared I would be standing in a line at a psycho ward waiting for my medication. I would be completely lucid. Doctors would be telling me to come back to reality and orderlies would be motioning me to pick up my cup of pills. Then, I would phase back to my real life of work, guitar, marriage, gym, etc only to slowly be pulled back into the ‘Funk’s lost his mind’ reality.
Finally, I’m snapped into a night terror. The great and horrible thing about night terrors for me is that I know when I’m having one. I’m actually partially awake. Mine are brought on by rushes of adrenaline. So, I try the best I can to nudge Cyndi in my sleep so that she will wake up and wake me up. (If that makes a bit of sense.) This terror manifested in someone trying to break in the house. I actually succeeded in waking up only to hear a strange noise outside. The noise freaked my dog, Madison, out. So, I went down to make sure no one was breaking in.
Stay tuned for the classic Funk recurring Nightmare list.
Peace, love, and I’ll chop your fucking head off,
Lawtonious Funk
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If it makes you feel better, my fiancée has the night terrors too! Maybe once a week she sits up screaming in bed about spiders crawling on the ceiling, at which point I have to wake her by telling here everything is OK. Usually freaks the crap out of me too, but after I wake up, I usually understand what is going on. I have no idea what causes them or if there is a "cure". I think it started when we moved into a house that hadn’t been lived in for two years so there actually were a decent amount of spiders crawling around. Now that we have lived there for over a year and cleaned and got rid of all the spiders and we never see them anymore, she very rarely has these night terrors anymore.
My whole family has them. Most of the time it's just the standard sit up and scream routine.
My oldest sister has them the most. At her worst, she sleepwalks and talks. One time when she first got married, she walked into the kitchen, picked up a butcher knife, and told Brett, "I know what you're upt to." She actually went to a psychiatrist. His advice was to lock the knives up at night.
Dude, I'm never crashing at your place. If you mistake my accent for Bradford, I'm a dead man.
you had a roommate who bounded off bunks and glared menicingly at you didn't you? You can ask my wife about all the night terrors I have. Most of them involve things crawling around and me trying to kill them.
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