Unless I have an vivid dream, I'm not one to remember many of the things I dream about. Apparently my
dream nightmare last night was incredibly vivid because not only did I wake Steven up to tell him all about it (he couldn't care less about it at two o'clock in the morning), but I could remember every last detail even this morning.
Just so you fully understand the extent of my nightmare last night I should probably confess something. I'm deathly afraid of birds. I don't care what kind of bird it is, how big or how small, I hate them all. I don't remember exactly what first sparked my despise of birds, but as long as I can remember I have been terrified of those nasty little creatures.
Now that we got that slightly embarrassing confession out of the way, let's move on to this nightmare of mine.
I had a difficult time sleeping last night (I forgot to take my melatonin), so I finally feel into a deep sleep around midnight. Sometime after that I began dreaming. The dream started with Steven and I living in an apartment that strangely resembled our current house. The only reason I know it was an apartment is because I could see out the window that we were in a high rise over the city. In my dream everything was weirdly mirroring what was going on in real life. In my dream (and in real life) Steven, both dogs, and I were curled up asleep in bed. I woke up (in my dream) to a strange noise in the kitchen. I woke Steven up (in my dream) to go and see what the noise was, but he insisted that I was hearing things and there wasn't anything in the kitchen. That is when Kane sat straight up in bed (in my dream) like he heard something as well. Kane then took off running into the kitchen barking. Before I knew it Kane was running back towards the bedroom chasing something. It was a freaking bird. I started screaming like a little school girl the moment I saw the bird. Things only got worse from there.
Before I knew it the bird had landed in the bed with me (apparently by this point I was the only one still in bed). I began panicking and that's when the bird flew into my face and landed on me. Holy shit. Then, not only did the little pest land on me, but it bit my pinky! A damn bird flew into my house, landed on me, and then proceeded to bite my finger!
That is the last thing I remember before waking up in a fit of hysteria. When I woke up my heart was pounding, I was sweating, and I may or may not have checked my pinky just to be sure there wasn't a bite mark.
Needless to say, my fear of birds isn't going to subside anytime in the near future.