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This was the first time I have ever experienced this and it left me shaken. I sincerely hope it was just SP and nothing else. :P
I usually sleep on my side but I pulled something on my back and so I've been tossing and turning all night. Eventually I fell asleep on my back with a pillow wedged beneath my waist. I fell asleep spread eagle with my cat, as always, between my legs. At some point, I feel my cat pad over my stomach and come to rest at my chest, something she used to do as a kitten but never does anymore because of the countless times I threw her across the room (in my sleep, mind you).
I then felt her sniff at my mouth and I felt all the air I had just inhale be sucked right out of me, which of course, made me gasp for air. Just as I had managed to breathe in, the air went right back out. This annoyed me so I attempted to lift my arm and push her off only to find out I couldn't. Hell, I couldn't even open my eyes but I could hear the space heater, my husband's snoring and the cat purring....at my feet.
This of course made me panic, so there I am, mind racing, struggling to breathe with what felt like a ten pound, furry weight on my chest that was, in no essence, my cat. (At this point, she had stretched out and I could feel her paws brushing against my calves through the blanket.) My husband's snoring starts turning to mumbles and I, for the life of me, can't open my eyes or move my body.
It took all I had to finally open my eyes and I see what looks like my cat on me, except its not and its on its side so all I can see is its furry spine facing me. Its head is slightly out of my vision,just below my breast-- like half on, half off. I still can't talk.
I moved my hand, barely, just enough from where it was against my shoulder to brush my 'cat' off of me. I see its head move and instantly my eyes are drawn shut and once again, I can't open them. The damned 'thing' then bit me and I feel my hand be shoved off and pinned at my head.
By now, I'm really, really scared. I try to scream, call out to my husband or move and I can't-- what had previously felt like a ten pound weight increases so now it feels like I have a toddler on me and I can feel me losing my breath again, this time at a faster rate. My real cat, now, has jumped off of me and is now at my husband's side meowing at him.
All I can manage to moan out at this point is "Jooouuu" (hubby's nickname is Jouji). He doesn't stirr, just whimpers in his dreams and now starts mumbling.
So now I've gone from frightened to pissed off, and I start focusing on moving. It felt like an eternity though I'm sure the whole incident took minutes. After much struggle I have my knees bent about a foot off the mattress when it suddenly felt like a pair of hands grabbed my ankles and pulled. So I start cursing in my head, then praying and somehow manage to flop my hand over onto my husband's shoulder and at this point, it feels like a huge weight is finally being lifted off of me.
Shaken, I curl up to him and just when I think its over I hear him mutter "I said, go the fuck AWAY!"
When I finally wake up for the day and I'm getting ready for class, hubby turns to me and says "Honey, I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt that Mosby (his old cat) you and I were living in an old Grey-house that was littered with a strange green tint to it. As I was fixing up the kitchen I kept seeing Mosby go outside to the yard and fighting, so I go out to investigate... and I see he's fighting these weird, giant spider-monster things that suddenly back away like shadows only to pool together and turn into a gigantic hound dog. This hound dog then starts snarling and growling. Mosby starts hissing which pisses off this creature and it stands there, head lowered, snarling his teeth. When it sees me it doubles in size by puffing out its furr--which is weird because hound dogs aren't long haired like that nor cats, but I digress-- and it starts coming to me... so I tell it to go the fuck away, and it won't. I go back into the house to get a rifle , head out and it has you cornered against the wall. You're trying to shoo it, Mosby's attacking and that's when I get pissed off, raise my rifle and tell it to go the fuck away. It sees me, growls and vanishes."
I'm just hoping its a coincidence.
I usually sleep on my side but I pulled something on my back and so I've been tossing and turning all night. Eventually I fell asleep on my back with a pillow wedged beneath my waist. I fell asleep spread eagle with my cat, as always, between my legs. At some point, I feel my cat pad over my stomach and come to rest at my chest, something she used to do as a kitten but never does anymore because of the countless times I threw her across the room (in my sleep, mind you).
I then felt her sniff at my mouth and I felt all the air I had just inhale be sucked right out of me, which of course, made me gasp for air. Just as I had managed to breathe in, the air went right back out. This annoyed me so I attempted to lift my arm and push her off only to find out I couldn't. Hell, I couldn't even open my eyes but I could hear the space heater, my husband's snoring and the cat purring....at my feet.
This of course made me panic, so there I am, mind racing, struggling to breathe with what felt like a ten pound, furry weight on my chest that was, in no essence, my cat. (At this point, she had stretched out and I could feel her paws brushing against my calves through the blanket.) My husband's snoring starts turning to mumbles and I, for the life of me, can't open my eyes or move my body.
It took all I had to finally open my eyes and I see what looks like my cat on me, except its not and its on its side so all I can see is its furry spine facing me. Its head is slightly out of my vision,just below my breast-- like half on, half off. I still can't talk.
I moved my hand, barely, just enough from where it was against my shoulder to brush my 'cat' off of me. I see its head move and instantly my eyes are drawn shut and once again, I can't open them. The damned 'thing' then bit me and I feel my hand be shoved off and pinned at my head.
By now, I'm really, really scared. I try to scream, call out to my husband or move and I can't-- what had previously felt like a ten pound weight increases so now it feels like I have a toddler on me and I can feel me losing my breath again, this time at a faster rate. My real cat, now, has jumped off of me and is now at my husband's side meowing at him.
All I can manage to moan out at this point is "Jooouuu" (hubby's nickname is Jouji). He doesn't stirr, just whimpers in his dreams and now starts mumbling.
So now I've gone from frightened to pissed off, and I start focusing on moving. It felt like an eternity though I'm sure the whole incident took minutes. After much struggle I have my knees bent about a foot off the mattress when it suddenly felt like a pair of hands grabbed my ankles and pulled. So I start cursing in my head, then praying and somehow manage to flop my hand over onto my husband's shoulder and at this point, it feels like a huge weight is finally being lifted off of me.
Shaken, I curl up to him and just when I think its over I hear him mutter "I said, go the fuck AWAY!"
When I finally wake up for the day and I'm getting ready for class, hubby turns to me and says "Honey, I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt that Mosby (his old cat) you and I were living in an old Grey-house that was littered with a strange green tint to it. As I was fixing up the kitchen I kept seeing Mosby go outside to the yard and fighting, so I go out to investigate... and I see he's fighting these weird, giant spider-monster things that suddenly back away like shadows only to pool together and turn into a gigantic hound dog. This hound dog then starts snarling and growling. Mosby starts hissing which pisses off this creature and it stands there, head lowered, snarling his teeth. When it sees me it doubles in size by puffing out its furr--which is weird because hound dogs aren't long haired like that nor cats, but I digress-- and it starts coming to me... so I tell it to go the fuck away, and it won't. I go back into the house to get a rifle , head out and it has you cornered against the wall. You're trying to shoo it, Mosby's attacking and that's when I get pissed off, raise my rifle and tell it to go the fuck away. It sees me, growls and vanishes."
I'm just hoping its a coincidence.
That was scary, I hope you don't get many more of them.
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