I suffer night terrors, not horribly frequently, but frequently enough that they are memorable experiences. I wake up screaming and I apparently scream very loudly.
Entertainingly they have a common theme across all the years I’ve been having them (they started in my teens, so over 40 years). The always feature men in black leather trenchcoats (think SS), dogs, concertina razor wire, an cliff’s edges.
I always end up dead either from machine gun fire or going over the cliff.
I blame The Great Escape.
I would love to be able to wake up before the screaming starts.
I suffer night terrors, not horribly frequently, but frequently enough that they are memorable experiences. I wake up screaming and I apparently scream very loudly.
Entertainingly they have a common theme across all the years I’ve been having them (they started in my teens, so over 40 years). The always feature men in black leather trenchcoats (think SS), dogs, concertina razor wire, an cliff’s edges.
I always end up dead either from machine gun fire or going over the cliff.
I blame The Great Escape.
I would love to be able to wake up before the screaming starts.