I think one of the medicines I take has the side effect of “hallucinations”. Not in the Movie of the Week sense, but in the “I wake up freaking out because I thought I just saw a skunk crawling around on my bedside table.”
Yes, that’s right.
Poor Mr. Dump. He just puts up with my waking him up to take care of things that aren’t actually happening in real life. Usually these “dreams” take the form of me thinking there is something in the bedroom that shouldn’t be there. People. Bugs. Small animals. 80% of the time, I jump up and start flailing my arms because a spider or some other bug is just about to land on my face. About 20-30 seconds after the freakout, I realize what it was (nothing!) and calm myself back down. And apologize to my husband for shoving him to wake him up so we can sneak out of the room before the skunk on the nightstand notices us.