My dog Chica had a nightmare last night. She doesn’t have them very often but when she does she’ll let out this adorable little howl that startles herself awake. She was a little shaken up about it but after a few snuggles in the hooman bed (usually off limits for doggos) she was happy as can be. After a while she hopped down to her own bed and drifted off into a peaceful pupper snooze. And I thought that was the end of it.
But I had a nightmare too. Now that’s not entirely uncommon, I have them fairly often and they’re something that I’ve gotten used to. But this one was a bad one.
The bad ones are the ones that I don’t wake up from. They’re the ones where my friends or loved ones are hurt in front of me and the only thing I can do is watch and cry and scream in the mad hope that it’s all just some terrible dream. Nothing ever happens to me in these dreams so I’m trapped within until I wake up of my own accord. But tonight was different.
Tonight, I felt something lick my hand and woke up in a cold sweat. There on the side of my bed was Chica, licking my hand and looking up at me with concern. Now I’m not sure how much a dog understands about nightmares and dreams and such, but she’s never woken me up from a nightmare before. I’d like to think that some part of her recognized what I was going through and she just wanted to wake me up to protect me from the scary monsters. I have never been more grateful to have Chica by my side than in that moment.
So I let her hop up on the hooman bed (twice in one night, oh boy!) and after a few snuggles I was happy as can be.
Awww. I’m sorry you have nightmares so often, @markiplier, but at least you and Chica can snuggle it all away. 🙂
I don’t have nightmares that often. Usually I have dreams that are just vaguely unsettling, in a way I can’t really describe, and I wake up feeling groggy and confused and more tired than I was when I went to bed.
But when I do have real nightmares, they’re doozies; usually involving me being pursued by something I can’t see, or having my voice taken from me (the latter is often in a very violent manner, like being strangled or having my throat cut). There’s other things my personal dreamscape has tortured me with, but those are the biggies.
I delved into dream interpretation and figured out pretty quickly that my dreams were trying to show me what I was subconsciously worried about during the day. My deepest fear, for the longest time, has been being silenced… that’s why my nightmares often have no sound, and I can’t scream.
They don’t hit often, like I said, but it totally freaks me right the hell out. I usually calm myself by petting my cats when I wake up. Our fuzzy four-legged babies are a good reminder, when we’re at our most vulnerable, that we’re not alone in the world after all.
Chica’s such a good girl for waking her daddy up. She deserves all the cuddles. 🙂