A Dog-gone tale
Two years ago, Christmas, I was having my usual early evening nap, face down on my bed.

As per every day, I slept for an hour and woke at about 7pm, I had work to go out to do. As I lay there groggily, I felt my little dog lying on the back of my legs, a small ball of heat, as she also did every night.

Which is when I abruptly realised the little dog was 6 months dead.

OK, so I'm wide awake now, no panic, but I can feel the weight of the dog on my legs. Comforting, but strange.

Now, being a dog-person, home is not home without a dog, so there was now a little puppy in residence. I rationally worked out she had managed to get upstairs and onto my bed and found a nice warm spot to sleep, the crook of my legs.

Mystery solved, I turned my head on the pillow......and came face to face with the puppy, fast asleep.

So she was up there, what was lying on my legs? I wish I could say, but I was up off the bed like a fucking Exocet!

Suffering from Narcolepsy as I do, I have plenty of hypnopompic/hypnogogic/hallucinatory experiences, along with sleep paralysis incidents, they are run-of-the-mill to me. I am used to them and can rationalise them as they occur, they are just part of the wonder that is the human machine.

The dog thing was strange though, it felt "different", but not unpleasant.
(Rsoles, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 21:15, Reply)