Nocturnal Emissions

Well freaky, freaky, freaky.  That's all I can say:  Freaky.  Capital F. 

You know about my occasional night visitors, right? (see:  'Mysterious People in my Bedroom')  Well, I'm in a lull right now, no visitors, no conversations with people who aren't there, no alien anal probes (At least I don't think so), no sleepwalking. 

But in the last couple of weeks I've taken on a new nighttime habit.  I attack Bob in my sleep. 

I was sleeping on the floor in the office for months, but as I came to grips with my alcohol problem and put the accent on that syllable, I came back to the bedroom.  Now, in the past 2 weeks, I've had moments in my sleep where I physically attack Bob, sleeping next to me. 

The first one was easy: I just grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight.  He woke me up shouting my name.  I don't remember what I was dreaming.

The next time my dream was very clear:  I was a kid and was in a fight with my Dad.  He grabbed me and tried to force me to do something I didn't want to do.  I started squirming and kicking, trying to free myself from his grip.  On this side of the sleep veil, I was cuddled up against Bob's back and suddenly began to knee him in the thighs and butt and beat him with my fists.  He woke me up screaming my name. 

Finally, a couple of nights ago, I was dreaming about walking my new pup -- whos current name is Rusty.  We went by a big box hedge with a large dark hole in it.  I looked into the hole and saw a large black house cat with a long square head.  He also had small brown patches sprouting here and there on his coat -- kinda like a brindle dog.  Suddenly the cat leaped at me and I fell back, raising my arms up to protect my face. 

I woke to Bob shrieking my name.  I was pounding him with my fists.  Yesterday morning we talked about it. He's pretty mellow but shared that he's a little concerned for his safety.  It must be awful to be sound asleep and be awakend by somebody beating on you.  He wants me to go see my doctor and review  my meds.  Maybe with the absense of alcohol I'm starting to be affected by the fistfull of pills I take every day. 

Kinda makes sense to me.  I cut my 'zac in half today and will plan to ween off it over the next couple of weeks and see what happens. 

Your ideas would be appreciated.

Oh:  I'm down 5 pounds and have been eating like a horse.  It helps to walk a pooch several times a day and to get the majority of your calories from sources other than alcoholic bevereges.  I feel better every day.