I had another night where I awoke at 11:30 pm and was awake. At 2:00 I gave up and walked the dog. I showered, drank tea and read. At 4:00 I snuggled under the blankets and sleep finally took me. But as it happens more times than not, these dreams are nightmares.
I won't bore you with my dreams, just this one little part.
I was in my room and it was filled with ghosts. There was a Great Dane with a human face. There was a Southern Belle, a surfer dude among others. The room was pretty crowded. All were in my room because of my dog. These were people he'd known in other lives. I was fine with the ghosts but the dog with a human face was my undoing.
I tried to call out to my dog but I couldn't make my voice work. I was really freaked out and I kept trying until I finally was able to call his name. It came out sounding as if it were spoken through molasses, thick and hard to understand.
I tried three times to call him. He didn't come. In my frustration I managed a kind of argh sound trying to dispel the ghosts from my room. The dream shattered and I was awake. I found my pup on the other side of the house. He was looking at me like I was something from the Zombie Apocalypse. Yep, I think I scared the dog.