posted on May, 4 2012 @ 03:34 AM
Eleven years ago I woke up from a nap and was utterly confused. A couple of months before I had a baby, but when I woke up I couldn't find her. I
also had a son, who was at the time 4 years old. I ran around my house, searching for my kids, crying like mad, because I coudn't find them. My house
felt surreal, really empty, like I was the only one being there. I knew it was not possible, my kids had to be there too. I felt like my feet weren't
touching the floor, like I floated or something.
I went outside and suddenly spotted my son, playing in the garden. I called to him, but he didn't respond. I went back inside looked again in the
baby's room and suddenly she was there. Lying in her crib. I had looked several times in her room. Went back outside to call my son and now he
I was scared out of my mind and coudn't stop crying. I called a friend (it felt like talking was new to me) and she came over, gave me a sedatitive
and took me and my kids to her home, where I spent a couple of days.
It never happend to me before and, thank God, it never happened again. And no, I never mentioned it to a doctor. I always experience weird things. and
the only thing a doctor tells me is "ït's just stress".
I think it has to do with sleep deprivation, suddenly waking up from a deep, comatose kind of sleep. I remember I woke up with a start, because I had
fallen asleep while my son was playing unsupervised around the house. I have learned since to ground myself in my body, after waking up suddenly,
before getting out of bed.