Wüsthof
Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night from a dream so frightening and realistic that you can’t fall back asleep?
I usually don’t. I usually only remember the dreams I have during my one-hour nap on the train to work in the morning. But last night I went to bed just a little bit early and woke up around 3:30 from the most awful and realistic dream of my life.
In my dream, it was about 3:00 in the morning, and I woke up because I heard Data getting into something in the kitchen downstairs. I walked to the top of the stair bainster, peered into the kitchen and said “Data, what are you doing?”
But Data wasn’t in the kitchen alone. The light was on, and he was in there with some man, who was rummaging through our stuff. He saw me, and I ran back into my bedroom. I tried to call 911 but my phone wouldn’t connect. I ran to open the window and jump out but there were more men outside. Then the man came into the room with one of our fancy wüsthof knives from the kitchen.
It’s kind of humorous that I was dreaming about our wüsthof knives, because there is an ongoing joke between me and Steven, about how much he is in love with them. But it’s not funny when someone comes after you with one in a dream.
So in the dream, I had a knife too (I am not sure how, I don’t keep knives in my bedroom). Mine was more of a butcher’s knife, and his was some fancy curved knife. I struggled with the man and yelled at Steven to get out of bed and take the knife from the man. Miraculously, he was able to take it a way, and I pushed the man onto the floor and did that neck twist you see in all the movies that makes someone pass out. The whole time, I was frantically calling for Data, because I was worried the man had hurt him. Steven and I continued to try to call 911 but we couldn’t get through. Then I woke up.
The dream was so awful because it was in my house, and it was a culmination of all the fears I have rolled into one – house getting robbed, being threatened with death, someone hurting my cat, having to jump out of the window, using one of our precious wüsthof knives to shed blood, etc.
I knew I shouldn’t have watched any of The Punisher last night before going to bed.