2. My parents' guest room had a trundle bed in it. S got the top and I slept on the bottom, we chose not to pop up the bottom bunk. All was well Saturday night.
Sunday night (well, Monday morning), I woke up and saw the horrifying shadow of a man standing over me by the windows. I screamed, I punched, I kicked.... I was going to dominate my attacker and survive this horrible ordeal.
Turns out, it was a nightmare. One where I was screaming out loud, flailing around, in real life. S reached out to subdue me. To try and shut me up, before I woke up my parents and the whole neighborhood. I finally woke up for real, S told me to settle down and I went back to sleep.
Monday morning, we were up at 4am, out the door and headed to the airport....
....and, somehow, S ended up with a black eye (that keeps getting
worse more purple every day). He says I kicked him in the face during my nightmare. There are no witnesses, so it's his word against mine.
3. At the airport, security flagged my bag to check after X ray. Oh oh, I forgot to take my toiletries out. Nope, they went right to my velcro pouch and dug out our race medals (I had both of them). The suitcase and medals had to go back through X ray. In all my travels, this had never happened before.
Apparently, the machine can't see through the medals. All of the security guards hovered around the X ray screen to view how the medals looked. I warned them they would be seeing lots of them!
I hope I saved some other RNR Arizona runners the hassle of getting their bags searched.
Have you ever hurt someone during a dream?