I have never had a night terror before -- I feel like I've completely lost my mind but I want to make sure that this is what happened. I'm in college, living in this crappy dorm with a roommate, etcetera -- we share the same small room with two bunk beds with barely any space to get out of bed and leave in the morning. The heater is embedded in the wall right across from me.
About ten minutes ago, I was lying in bed. I must have recently woken up (or so I thought); but I wasn't really paying attention to the fact, seeing as I wake up a lot at night, I just have to toss around a bit and wait to go back to sleep. I sleep with a lot of pillows (three; one beneath my head, the two bigs ones normally used for decoration on either side of me). The room is pitch black with the door closed. I think I first became aware of something going on -- it sounded like my roommate had gotten up to go to the bathroom, because I thought I could hear her feet on the dusty floor. Then, I was momentarily alarmed when my comforter was suddenly pulled off me, only I pretty much immediately realized that I must have pushed one of the large pillows over the edge of the bed and it had taken the blanket with it. I seized it and yanked it back up, only a little startled but not scared because I'm sure I've done it to myself before, and I was planning to forget about it. I think it was then that I thought my roommate was beside me on the floor or standing in the corner or something -- it sounded like someone was tinkering with the heater, walking around disoriented, etcetera. Then, I heard this really ghastly noise, like a wet explosion and stuff spilling onto the floor. I vaguely remember thinking she might be sick and stumbling around drunk, so I said her name, only I got no response. I wondered if she might have been embarassed because she was really sick and it had been an involuntary bowel movement or something, but mostly at this point I had begun to think someone had just exploded next to my bed, and I freaked out. I shouted her name immediately, and I heard her voice as if she was waking up, and it was coming from her bunk.
So I sat frozen to my bed in the dark, pinching my thigh about a hundred times in quick succession to make sure I was awake, too scared to turn on my own lamp because I was so certain I was going to find another human's remains next to my bed. She eventually got up and went to the bathroom, and I begged her to turn the light back on when she came in. By this time there were tears pouring down my face and I felt like such an idiot, but when she turned it on, there was nothing. She turned it back off, and I lay in bed for a second, but eventually got up, because the thought of sleep was INCREDIBLY unnattractive at this point. I went into the other room, and after a bit of deliberating called my mother and had a hysterical break down. I've gone through all the motions -- checking everything out to make sure there is really no one lurking around and all that. The thing is, even while I was lying in bed pinching myself, I sort of had a notion of what might have happened. I remember thinking 'I wonder if this is a night terror', and even while I was talking to my roommate or my mom on the phone I was suddenly even calling that reality into question.
I have had nightmares before, but never of this magnitude. Even the content seemed way too different for one of my nightmares (which I can't remember having in years) -- they are usually about monsters or something stupid and hokey and managable that's more like fragments from my childhood, not things I would find highly disturbing. I've also never dreamed about being in my dorm before -- I am usually back at my house or some place else in my dreams.
The thing is, I don't remember "waking up". I don't remember making the switch from dream to reality, which is why I'm still so frightened, because I have never had that much trouble differentiating before. Even now, when the details are a bit fuzzy, I still feel as if I had been awake the entire time. I feel raw and deeply unsettled and sick to my stomach.
So my question to you is -- was this a night terror? It's hard to know, because if that's what it was the setting didn't change at all in between, and I don't really have any idea what a night terror is supposed to be like. I have never had one before in my life. If was a nightmare, it was of a magnitude that I have never before experienced.
While I had a hard time convincing myself that whatever I thought I'd heard hadn't actually just happened, it wasn't as hard as you might think -- I've been following all of the hype for the new Cloverfield movie, and was even looking it up online before I went to bed. There is rumored to be a woman who explodes in that, so... even as I lay there feeling wild with terror, I was sort of already putting the pieces together as to what may have happened and why.
So, that concludes my sad and embarassing episode. Any comments at all would be greatly appreciated at the moment, because I'm hiding in my study with the door closed, totally alone and afraid to leave, ha ha. Thanks in advance.
Edited by Randroid, 11 January 2008 - 01:18 PM.