Slimy Things

I forgot to mention this in our recap of the SCA event.

The first night, Friday night, I had a hard time sleeping. I usually do the first night camping. I would doze and have odd dreams, and once I dreamt there was a slug on my forehead. So, in my sleep I reached up and felt a slimy thing on my forehead.

I woke up panicked and threw it off, then sat up squealing and reaching around in the dark feeling my bed and my hand landed on the slimy thing again. I squealed again and shook Jack telling him there was a slimy thing in the bed and it was just on my forehead.

Jack’s (the stinker) reaction at first was to tell me I was dreaming. Those who know Jack well, knows he has funky spider dreams in the night where he jumps up out of bed and flips on the light then rips off the covers screaming about spiders in the bed. The first ten times he did this, I flipped out. Now I just tell him to knock it off, gimme back the blanket and go back to bed. There’s never any spiders in the bed.

Well, he thought he was gonna get me back. He kinda laughed at me and said, “honey it’s just a dream!” I barked at him to get me the flashlight. So he did. And sure enough, we both see a green frog hop on out of the tent. That slimy thing was just on my forehead! He’s like “oh wow, it’s a frog!”

To which I say, “yeah and it’s cute, but WHY THE HECK DIDN’T YOU ZIP UP THE BOTTOM OF THE TENT??”

At least we’ve established who to believe when one of us freaks out about uninvited guests that seem to appear in our bed at night.