The wolf! I was protecting you from the WOLF.
I have always been very active whilst asleep, never quite true somnambulation (sleepwalking) but mostly mumbling, often holding conversations with Mrs Angio and occasionally sitting bolt upright.

Every now and then I end up jumping out of bed still asleep but in a panic then waking up when upright. Usually this results in me standing there, awake in the pitch black, completely confused and totally disorientated.

That's the background out of the way, now we jump back a few years - wavy lines, ahoy!

Its the middle of the night and I'm dreaming. It's a nice dream: It's a sunny day and I'm walking along the river bank by the King's Head pub in Bawburgh (a small village just outside of Norwich for all of you who haven't managed to get past the burning-torch-and-pitchfork-wielding farmers on the county boundary. We do have to keep all of the foreigners out, especially those strange Suffolk folks....)

Like I said, it's a warm sunny day walking upstream along the river bank and Mrs Angio is walking a few paces ahead of me wearing one of her summer dresses that leave little to the imagination (yes, I even ogle my wife in my dreams).

The river in Bawburgh flows from a mill pool and just before you reach this pool there is a large horse chestnut tree with low hanging branches. As Mrs Angio nears this tree, I notice a pair of red eyes in amongst the leaves of those low hanging branches.

Next thing I know, a massive wolf bursts out of the undergrowth and runs straight at Mrs Angio. I run at the wolf and manage to rugby tackle the salivating beast.

"What the hell are you doing?" shouts my VERY angry and choking wife as she punches me awake and tries to prise my arm from around her neck, "get off of me." I'm sure there were a few more choice words involved but I think you get the idea.

Once again I have awoken completely confused in the pitch black, only this time I appear to have my wife pinned to the bed in a head-lock and not in the good way.

Funnily enough, my mostly incoherent mumblings of "trying to protect her" and "the wolf" seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Personally, I think I deserved a bit more gratitude for throwing myself into harms way for her but for some reason she didn't see it that way. Probably had something to do with the lack of oxygen.
(Angio can smell your fear just by looking at you., Mon 27 Jul 2009, 15:52, Reply)