Strange evenings
7 April 2005, 07:42
Last night was a v. strange ol’ night, indeed.
To kick things off, I was in the kitchen washing up (ahem, a chore I do every now and then) when I SWEAR TO GOD, someone sighed very audibly just behind me. Twice. Spooked the hell out of me.
Headed to bed at the godly hour of 9, only to be woken by Husband at 11pm with:
H: Kiiiiiinki – I saw a spider.
K: [groggily awakes from a deeeeeep sleep] Wh…wh…what?
H: I think I saw a spider. [Silence].
K: [What the f&*k? It’s pitch black, how could you see anything?]
H: I must be seeing things.
K: [more like you’re talking in your sleep]. Honey, what did you see?
H: [silence. Goes back into the sleep he never woke from in the first place]
K: [Sweet Jesus]
Finally get back to sleep. At midnight, Kinki gets jerked from slumber yet again with:
H: Don’t touch him on the shoulder.
K: What? [I really shouldn’t feed the fire]
H: Don’t touch him on the shoulder.
K: Honey, what the f&*k are you talking about?
H: [wakes up] Oh, I must have been asleep.
K: [Sweet Jesus]
Pissed off at this stage, I drifted back off to sleep with thoughts of revenge. What must have been a couple of hours later, I was having a vivid dream where I woke up from bed with the realisation that someone was trying to break into our house. I woke Husband up in my dream and together we went into this room, knowing the robbers were behind the window and drew the curtains…
M: [Deep deep sigh, coming in direction of Husband]
K: What??? [Kinki jerked out of semi-scary dream]
H: HONEY, DON’T DO THAT! You were hyperventilating!!!!
Ah, retribution is sweet. Even if entirely accidental.
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