It took us a little bit to realize he wasn't really coherent or conscious. I started asking him to count how many fingers I was holding up and he would stare and shiver. His jaw would clatter a bit and then he'd say something else.
We put him back to bed afterward, and I started to search the blog. A year and a half ago and somewhere around three years ago he had some incidents with night terrors and waking dreams. So much time had passed, I'd forgotten. The posts jogged my memory and we felt better about it the next morning.
Ironically, Carrie had her own bout a couple of nights before. She woke up and said something about getting out of the house and leaped out of bed (and falling on her knee). I wasn't asleep yet and sat up, surprised. I followed her to the garage door and stopped her from going outside. That's when she says her memory starts.
It's the only time in 10 years I've ever seen her do anything of the like and then Shane did it a couple of days later.
It's an odd set of memories.
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