2012-01-09 12:48Weird night.
Generally, as a side-effect of my ongoing battle with insomnia, I don't dream. Either I'm not asleep long enough to enter a REM state, or the various chemical sleep-solutions put me too deep for dreaming. Last night was a rare exception.
As some point, soon after going to bed, I found myself standing by our washer/dryer, looking into the living room. Not a dream-version, but our actual living room. There was a large, man-shaped void, standing in front of the table where Angie likes to make her jewelry. It seemed to be drawing into it what little light there was in the room. I was terrified, and knew immediately that it was a threat. I gathered my nerves and attempted to throw myself at it, with the most aggressive and fierce yell I could muster... only I couldn't move, and just a squeak came out. I woke up holding Angie, still trying to scream.
Later, just before my morning alarm went off, I dreamt that I was on a cruise ship in rough, hurricane-like seas, but with bright-blue, cloudless skies. Miles in the distance, I could see an impossibly large, rogue wave bearing down on us. I stood at the railing and watched in horror as the ship's captain made a vain attempt to steer away from the horizon-filling wave. My alarm went off, just as our ship started to roll against the wave's base.