There were a couple of freaky, strange incidents last night around bedtime/during my sleep. My Monday was a pretty bad one, so I decided I would “fix” things by just going to bed early. I was lying in bed, about to drift off to sleep; heard my neighbors upstairs walking around, and just thought to myself, “Hm, they must be home.”
Suddenly, I heard a noise within my apartment; I became scared, thinking that someone or something had broken into my apartment. I quickly thought–did I lock my doors? How could someone/something get in without me knowing?
The noise occurred a few more times, until I finally decided I had to get up and turn on the lights to see who or what was there. I looked around my room, and I saw along the wall closest to the back door–a huge bug (some say it was probably a cockroach, yikes!). It was crawling on the wall a little, then it flew/jumped to the floor! I screamed to myself, and then, took one of my shoes and proceeded to stomp it to death. I promptly flushed the dead body down the toilet.
Then, I went to sleep.
A few hours later, I awoke, feeling nauseous and dehydrated. I had cried a lot before bed (over some issues from work), so all that crying must have depleted my body of water. I first went to the kitchen to pour myself some water. Then, feeling like I was about to vomit, I ran to the bathroom to make sure I didn’t vomit in the middle of the floor.
However, nothing came out, and nothing ever did come out during that one hour I stayed awake (it was the middle of the night, too). I kept going back and forth between my bed and my bathroom, not sure of which place was best. I felt a fever rise within me, and felt chills as well. I panicked, thinking that I would have to call 911 or something.
After awhile though, I fell back asleep.
The next morning, I woke up and felt fine. It was as if it were all a nightmare I had dreamed up. Yet, it was all indeed real.