Tuesday night I experienced what they mean by "pregnancy gives you vivid dreams". I dreamt that I was stuck in a room, and I was frantically tossing things over my shoulder trying to get out -- a laundry basket, a heavy old suitcase -- until I found a curtained window beside me. I pulled back the curtain, and started to lift the window in my desperate urge to escape, when I woke up, sitting at the end of the bed, staring out the window into the backyard, the laundry basket and heavy old suitcase strewn across the bed. Thank goodness Tim slept on the couch that night (there's hardly room for him with all the pillows I sleep with these days, and I have con crud, which makes me even less fun to sleep with), or I think I might have really hurt him when I threw that suitcase!!

I'm going to move all heavy/ sharp things out of the bedroom for the time being, I think. I'm still wigged about that dream, and I didn't sleep well last night because of it -- I kept waking up, freaking out over where I was, nervous that I'd find I'd moved again in my sleep.

I can only remember doing this once as a kid -- I got up, went to the bathroom, left my PJs on the floor and went and slept naked on the couch, where I woke up wondering how I got there. My sister tells me that my mom told her I used to have night terrors as a kid -- that she'd hear me screaming, but she'd come and couldn't wake me up. Scary. I still remember horrible, bad dreams I had as a kid where I'd wake up hoarse from screaming but for the most part I don't have bad dreams that intense any more, and even the nightmares are only occasional. I'm not looking forward to pregnancy if it means the return of my over-active nighttime horror imagination.

I think it's probably time to stop sleeping naked, though, just in case next time I do make it out the window before I wake up.