Last night and another occurrence. This one may seem like it was minor in comparison to previous nights but let me explain.
I spent my second night in the spare room. While I did not leave the bedroom and my partner had a undisturbed sleep, the night was not a complete success.
Before bed I set aside a good hour to read in bed to help unwind. Anyone that knows me knows I dont read books. The words are just too flat and lack the creative impetus to have a meaningful impact on me. But I endeavoured to give this a shot.
And it worked, my eyes were heavy and ready to close after an hour or so of reading. The night was off to a good start!
Then it happened. The room filled with a red light. Like in most cultures, red lights are a warning so naturally I was instantly on alert. Like the lights from a siren, every wall was covered with this vivid light and in my sleep state, I shot up out of bed.
I gained full consciousness stood in the bedroom near the door, bed sheets wrapped around me. As I realise that there is no red light, I notice that my heart is pounding in my chest and I am short of breathe. I check my phone for the time. 1:48am.
This dream or vision was so intense that it heightened my senses dramatically. But strangely enough, once I realised that the red lights must have been from a dream, I promptly returned to bed and after a couple of deep breaths, drifted off to sleep. As if nothing had happened just a few short minutes ago, I was again asleep.
I slept through to the morning until my alarm woke me. I saw my partner and was dreading the reply to my question “how did you sleep”. Fearing that I may have had a sleep walking episode I was unaware of, I was relieved to hear that I had not disturbed her during the night. A sense of relief and a small sign of progress.
On one hand, a successful night. But personally, the search for a uneventful night goes on.
Until next time…
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