For parts of last night I don’t know if I was asleep or awake, or some bizarre mixture of the two. I remember starting to fall asleep on the couch and then, bleary-eyed and half asleep, working my way upstairs to bed. I remember getting under the covers, but I don’t remember turning off the light, so Wendy must have done it. I remember Wendy getting into bed shortly after I did, I remember I felt her weight on the mattress and heard her breathing. The room was dark and a little chilly, with a hint of autumn starting to creep into the air at night, and I pulled the blankets around me a little tighter. I remember a sound, too – it sounded like whispers, like multiple people whispering in a small room; it could have been insects chirruping outside, but I didn’t think it could be that because the windows were closed; I had checked because it was chilly.
Next I remember the figure again, tall and thin and I get the impression that he’s some kind of military figure. This was dream, I know, but I remember the same whispering sounds, and those I’m almost certain were not part of the dream. It’s possible that the sounds of crickets or some other insects from outside bled into my dreams – I’ve heard that happens to people all the time. The figure was there, and I remember a very uncomfortable sensation when I saw him, but not fear – it’s hard to describe, and I only half-remember it. I don’t think I saw the doorway this time – I don’t remember that, anyway.
The next part is confusing and I assume it’s just me not sleeping soundly and mixing waking world and dreams and getting the timeline turned around somehow, because I think the small hallway light went on, and then Wendy got into bed beside me, tugging the covers over to her side of the bed and putting her hand on my shoulder. I remember her clearly doing that, and she always does that, so I know it happened, but Wendy had already gotten into bed, shortly after I did, so I’m still not exactly sure what happened. This morning I asked her if she got out of bed at some point, then came back, and she said that she didn’t come up right after I did, that she stayed downstairs reading Pinterest for another hour or so after I headed up, since I got sleepy so early. I must have already been asleep dreamt her coming to bed with me the first time?
The whole thing gives me an uneasy feeling.