Terrible dream

I just woke up, finally, from on of my worst dreams ever.

I dreamt that I was sleeping.

I was in a new house and I wanted to wake up from my nap and clean.

I woke up from my nap and realized that I couldn't really make sense of anything. Nothing in my new house was where it was supposed to be. There was different furniture in my house but it was furniture that I have had before. There were rooms where there were not supposed to be rooms. It was a maze of a house, like an old home that someone had added on to many, many times.

I couldn't make my body move properly. It was like I was walking in my sleep. I kept bumping into things and I couldn't think clearly.

I called out to Richie and he didn't come.

Then, in my dream I "woke up" again. I was on the couch still. My view looking up was the ceiling fan, same as where I was actually napping on my couch. I saw the pillow out the corner of my eye.

I realized that I had not been off the couch and up like I had previously thought. Then, somehow I was on the phone. I was talking to my friend Katie. But, she seemed strange. It was as though she didn't understand what I was saying. Then the next thing I know she is not on the phone anymore and the phone was on the couch.

Then, I "woke up" again. Same view of the ceiling fan and the pillow.

I got up and same thing, wrong house, wrong furniture, body won't react.

This time I started screaming to Richie. But, he wasn't coming. I kept screaming and screaming. I realized that my voice wasn't working but I could hear it. Somehow they couldn't.

I tried walking to where Richie was but it was no use. My body wasn't working correctly and even when it did work enough to walk I found myself in some strange maze of a house.

I could hear the boys playing somewhere but they couldn't hear me.

I kept screaming and in my own mind I heard my voice cracking from screaming so loudly.

But, the same thing kept happening. I kept "waking up" , finding myself still on the couch with the same view of the ceiling fan.

I kept realizing that I had not moved at all. SOmething was wrong. I thought I was up walking, screaming out to Richie but I hadn't moved.

I realized that I wasn't actually waking up at all.

This cycle repeated for many, many times.

Each time I questioned my sanity.

The last time I "woke up" I started screaming to Richie immediately.

It seemed Remington heard me. He was somewhere nearby and I could hear him imitating my words. He was softly calling each time after I screamed Richie. But Richie could not hear me.

I realized that I was trapped. I was trapped in my own body. SOmething terrible had happened to me. Was it coma? Was I a vegetable?

I felt tortured and knew the cycle would repeat for the rest of my life.

Finally, in real life, the phone rang. I woke up. But, my sleep was so deep that I had a real problem coming out of the sleep. I saw the same view, the ceiling fan and the corner of the pillow. Oh no! I almost screamed. I thought I was really living the dream.

I picked up the phone surprised that I could make myself move.

LOL, it was an insurance agent, calling to check on the status of an accident from November. The insurance agent must have thought I was insane. I actually asked her if she could hear me.

Anyway, that was one of the worst dreams I have ever had. I had to get it out on paper (well, sort of) before I forget.