No one ever said that night terrors had to be realistic, nor did anyone with any real expertise in the subject suggest that the resulting panic attacks needed to be rational. I'm now awake and sitting up in bed with my laptop while waiting for an Ativan to take affect. My heart rate was so out of control that my dad gave me a beat blocker as well. He's not heavily into over-medicating me, but even be thought 160 beats per minute was too fast for my heart to be beating for an extended period of time,
In my latest dream, which is how I ordinarily euphemize my night terrors, I was being chased through and couldn't find an escape from a smoke-filled attack by Fruma Sarah, a dead woman about whom Tevye lies and says appears to him in a dream sequence in "Fiddler on the Roof" in order for Tevye to explain to his wife Golde his reasons for reneging on a deal made for his daughter to marry the butcher, Larar Wolfe. Fruma Sarah is portrayed as a rather frightening character, but not like anything out of Nightmare on Elm Street.. The police officers from Venice beach were there as well, but instead of helping me, they were themselves wearing gas masks while blocking my exit from the smoky attic. Fruma Sarah didn't need a gas mask because she's already dead.
My dad is sitting in my room with me and playing his guitar. Sometimes that, combined with the right drugs, will help me to fall back asleep. I hope it works this time because I have two tests tomorrow. The material on the tests isn't something I expect to be overly challenging, but with sufficient sleep deprivation, nursery rhymes can become challenging. Whatever. It is what it is, and I'll fall asleep whenever the sleep fairy makes it this way and sprinkles magic sleep dust on me.