Scared Silly

Last night the kids and I watched Transformers 2 before bed. Maybe my night mares that followed were from not finishing the movie. I would have never thought that Transformers 2 could elicit such terrifying dreams. Instead of a shard from the cube, I had a beautiful quartz crystal that someone was after. Instead of Decepticons, it was a guy with knives and a hatchet that was after me. Oh, and I was at work, out at the site, 60 miles from anywhere...and I'd missed the evening bus so it was just me and a few of the back shift folks who I didn't even know. I got a call from one of the guards who was telling me to watch out and before he could tell me anything else, I heard him scream, the clink of hatchets and knives and a thud. Another phone call from someone else, same end result. While I was cowering in my office, I woke up staring at the ceiling. I grabbed my phone and texted Marissa... I was too scared to do anything else. (I'm really scared of the dark. Irrationally so.) So Marissa came to sleep with me. Just after I finished telling her about my dream, there was a crash in the bathroom. I screamed as loud as I could, but apparently that wasn't enough in my mind because I took a deep breath and belted out another one. Marissa threw her arm over me saying "MOM! MOM!" Ellie crawled under the covers squeezing between Marissa and me. After a few seconds, I heard the 'thump thump' of the boys running upstairs to see what was wrong. Christian came in laughing thinking it was a spider and Caleb came in, wild eyed, holding a small steak knife ready to take someone out. Christian investigated for me and found it was the toothbrush holder that had fallen off the mirror. Sheesh.

The last time I was that scared was Marissa's prom night. I looked out the glass on the front door to make sure the lights were on for her. I saw a flash of teal and then a hand coming directly at me. Another blood-curdling scream came pouring out of my mouth. I don't even realize it's happening til it's over. She came in wondering what the heck (I think she actually said that...). We heard some thumping in my bedroom and a second later, Jeffery was in the hall, in his boxers and a t-shirt, wobbling, eyes red and unfocused, with his fists up and ready. He'd fallen trying to get out of bed so fast, tangled in the sheets. His knee was a little twisted, but he was still ready to defend me against whatever was coming through the door.

If something bad ever did happen, like a freak murderer coming in with the intent to cut me into pieces and put me into the garbage disposal, everyone in my family will be so used to my screaming over everything that no one will come save me!