And another day...and a serious WTF?!?!

....and I feel like the inside of a rubbish bin. Hardly surprising given the restless night combined with an unholy desire of the left lobe of my lung to make a wholly unnecessary exit via the scenic route that is my oesophagus. But let's sacrifice the normal for the paranormal. Do I believe in it? I do like the terminology (very handy for a number of human afflictions), but while I'm willing to believe in the copiously vast realm of the unexplained, I'm not ready to endorse all paranormal phenomena.
So what was last night? Apart from being freakily weird. A dream? Unlikely, given that I sleep like the dead, and the dead don't dream. My association with REM sleep is tenuous at best, and I'm most susceptible to it in the moments between being dead and the very, very gradual ascent to consciousness. The most delicious time of impressionist like thoughts, the lazy semi-conscious floating between worlds, only once ever traumatised by the hideous image of my mother in a car, hustled away by evil wrong doers, her hands stretched across a car windshield, held together by a safety pin... (do NOT ask!!!!).
Last night however, was different. Finally, a seemingly comfortable position to end the tossing and turning to find the angle that would allow continued horizontal respiration, the relief at allowing your self to drift off.... when you sense something. Almost a presence, in the same room. Obviously a manifestation of the accelerated heart rate that illness brings with it....Did I just feel the mattress beside me dip? I will admit categorically to having a memory like a sieve, but surely, indisposed or not, to forget if I had a lover staying over?!! Even for me, that would be scaling new heights, and I'm pretty sure, last night was uneventful from that perspective (which makes me wonder, just how bad would you have to be to be that easily forgotten? actually, if you were that bad, I'd remember, which would necessitate what? colossally indifferent sex??). I choose to ignore it. Maybe it is a dream thing. Excessively realistic, but hey, the mind does strange things when unwell.
I burrow deeper into the mattress, my body splayed like a puppet conquering the entire bed in its determination to aim for oblivion. I can still feel it. This is just silly. I know I'm alone in the house. Sounds from the neighbours, but that doesn't explain sense of someone in my space. I refuse to turn towards the window. I'm in full on denial mode (probably not so clever if someone had actually broken in through the window.... but then I'd have heard the bloody window, yes?), when I swear, I swear, I feel the mattress behind me dip. Again. It's uncanny. My body taut, but unmoving, and I hear the bed creak its resistance. I feel the weight of a body settle... maybe it's just wishful thinking, a big, warm body I can snuggle up next to, gentle back rub to relax me.... Fuck. I hear my mother's voice, 'Ki re mamoon'. All pretense of sleep long gone, I stare straight ahead. This has to be the meanderings of a fevered mind. This is NOT real! Jesus f***ing Christ! I can't help it. I have to turn.... I know there's no one there, but I still have to make sure. Guess what. I am alone in that room. So just WHAT THE FUCK? A premonition? Is she dead? This is ridiculous. I'm not going to call to ask.... and well, I haven't heard from anyone yet, so I'd lay odds that she's alive, well and terrorising all within her range. Obviously, the woman is haunting me. The only two times that I've had unnatural sleep encounters in my 39 years. I am so not going to call that woman to see if everything is fine, or if she had a blip during that time or any other bullshit!!
Uncanny. I know it's not possible. I also know I didn't imagine it. On the bright side, this is one hell of a cost effective way to get an aerobic workout!