Okay -- so I can't believe I left out the scariest part of the visitation....
but I did...
I am usually a much better storyteller....I apologize.
Okay, so rewind to the part where
I WOKE THE FUCK UP.
(part 1 and part 2)
After laying in bed and allowing the heartrate to return to normal, I was finally able to fall asleep. Suddenly, I'm aware of a crushing weight on my back. Something is pinning me down to the bed.
I try to roll over.
I try to speak.
I try to sit up and scream.
"Oh," I think, "this must be another dream! I'll just shift out of it, or wake up."
But I can't.
Because it is not a dream. I am awake, and being held down by something.
"PleaseGodPleaseGodPleaseGodPlea," I silently pleaded.
After about 20 seconds, the weight was lifted, and I could speak. and roll over. and sit. and scream.
all of which I did as I ran out of the bedroom and to the couch.
(as Paul Harvey would say)
you know......the REST of the story.....