Um, I dreamed my mom and dad were in bed with me.
Before you go nuts here, let me clue you in a few things.
1. I dreamed my parents were SLEEPING, or trying to, in my bed. They were crowding me. Dad next to me, Mom by my feet. I remember hearing them talking to one another and could feel their weight in my bed.
2. Both of my parents are dead.
The night before, I woke up because I felt a thump on my bed. The cat likes to sleep with me.
Wait! That’s a lie. The cat DEMANDS that she sleep with me. She even comes to get me for bed around 10:30 every night … but I digress.
I woke up because I thought the cat had either jumped down or up on the bed and felt the bed move, but when I opened my eyes (which was right away) the cat was curled up in her sleeping position and simultaneously gave a pitiful “mew” – code for “why are you bothering me”? So if she didn’t move, how did my bed move?
I lay in my bed dozing for the next half hour, worrying about the monsters that might be in my room or under my bed, but nothing else happened, so I probably just had one of those physical jolts that you have when you are sleeping and thought it was a thump on my bed. Still, isn’t it funny how you revert to childhood thoughts and fears when things go bump in the night?