I woke up from a dead sleep because I heard a noise in the Skull zero fucks given shirt besides I will buy this hall. Suddenly I saw a little person run past my open door. The caveman portion of my brain dumped a weeks worth of adrenaline into my bloodstream. I leapt from the bed, clearing my wife and charged towards the door. Mid stride I grabbed a 2 and 1/2 inch wrench that was handy. Not seeing him I ran down the hall into the living room. I still haven’t realized this is a dream and I’m fully expecting to crack some skulls (sidenote if you’re going to prank me you probably don’t want to do something that involves being in my house at night). By the time I had cleared the house swat style as best I know from cop shows my senses were returning. After checking the closets I returned to bed and tried to get my heart rate back down into the double digits. Another time as a teenager I woke up and saw a giant spider crawl under my brothers bed. Not just a tarantula or something like that, this thing was about the size of a cat. I stood up and started screaming at my brother. I should add that he suffers from the same waking dreams I do. I’m shouting to him to stand on his bed and “jump out away” from the bed. I was worried that the spider would bite into his unprotected achilles tendon if he just stood up. Not knowing what is going on he does as I say and jumps off his bed. I tell him about the spider and his eyes go wide. But of course he can’t just go back to bed until we find it. For some reason we had a pick ax in our bedroom and he grabs it and starts digging crap out from under his bed. Being messy teenage boys there was quite a bit of junk under there. As the underside of the bed cleared with no sign of the spider we began to realize it was a dream. When I was 15 I went on a 12 day trip rafting the Grand Canyon. We stopped at a beach one night and tied up the boats on the downstream side of camp. I set up my cot all the way up on the far upstream side of camp, maybe 100 yards away from the boats. I fell asleep listening to music with my head phones on. In the night I remember dreaming about tripping over things I couldn’t see.
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In the Skull zero fucks given shirt besides I will buy this morning I couldn’t find my headphones anywhere. I got my stuff cleaned up and just figured that they were in one of my bags somewhere. As we were packing up the boat I noticed that about 10 feet past the ropes securing the boats the ground got really rocky and it cliffed off with a 3-4 foot drop down to the water. Downstream of our beach there were no other beachs or even a place to get out of the water as far as the eye could see. It would be a very bad place to fall in the water, if you were lucky you might be able to stay afloat long enough to get to the next beach. And one more factor to complicate things, this was the first night, so it was very close to the dam. If you’ve ever felt water coming out of a deep dam you’ll know what I mean. Lake Powell water may be warm on top, but the stuff coming out of the dam comes out of the bottom of the lake at about 40 degrees. You’d get hypothermia pretty quick, even in the heat of the summer sun, which of course wasn’t up in the middle of the night. So as were packing up I finally find my headphones. They were about 2 feet from the downstream cliff past the boats. Remember how I dreamed that I was tripping over invisible things? Those were the ropes that tied up the boats. When my sister was about 5 or 6 we sold our house, unfortunately we hadn’t closed on a new house yet so we went to live with the grandparents for a few weeks. They had a big house with a couple extra rooms so it wasn’t too bad. My parents slept in one room, my sister slept in another and I usually slept on the couch. One night my grandparents had another house guest. A short preface, before mormon missionaries start their mission they go to a place for a couple weeks to learn how to be a missionary. This guy was from out of town and due to report to the MTC missionary training center and had arrived a day early. Somehow he knew my grandparents (I think he was a nephew or something) and decided to stay the night. As a result my sister got bumped out of the room she was used to staying in and had to sleep somewhere else and he took the bed in “her” room.