Nigthmare vs Siberian Husky

[keiramarcos]

I read this really creepy, fantastic Avengers fic where (highlight for spoiler) Howard sold Tony's soul to a demon. Then about an hour later I went to bed. It was a very poor decision on my part. The damages done to my bedroom door alone -- sigh. I've yet to look up how much a new door is going to cost. The gouges on my the floor in front of bedroom door... hard wood floors and a determined dog are not good bedfellows. Let me tell you about my dream (which is creepy as fuck and might not be the best read for everyone):


I wake up in my own house and I can hear someone moving around downstairs. The phone in my bedroom doesn't work. I always forget to charge that motherfucker. I'm furious at myself, scared out of my mind and I have no inkling that I'm dreaming. I slide out of the bed and press my thumb against the lock of the gun safe and pull out the 9mm I haven't touched in six months. I make sure to close the safe. The last thing I need to do is give an intruder access to a weapon if they are unarmed. It's been a year since I went to the target range when I first got the damn thing but I feel safer with it in my hand. I think to myself, maybe it's my husband so I keep the safety ON and I keep the gun pointed towards the floor. 

I hear banging down stairs, glass breaking. I'm on the third floor so I can't tell where it's coming from exactly. I hurry into the bathroom and lock the door. It's so fucking flimsy and my fucking cellphone is in my office. I don't hear the dogs and I'm furious -- I wonder if this mother fucker has already killed them. It still hasn't occurred to me that I'm dreaming. I hear noise and voices in the bedroom.  A man calls my name but it's no one I know. He bangs on the door and I scream like an idiot. I raise the gun and thumb off the safety because no one is touching me without permission. Then I hear Sisko howling and I'm relieved -- at least he's alive and apparently unhurt -- just pissed or scared. The door to the bathroom starts to rattle and there is scratching and the dog is howling and the man is shouting at me that he'll get me, kill me, hurt me, make me pay and I start screaming full force and I'm shaking and screaming and then...

I wake up with 80lbs of Siberian Husky in my bed, whining and the bed is a shambles and my bedroom door is busted/broken open. I was so stunned I let that dog lick my face for nearly five minutes before I was utterly grossed out and shoved him off. My husband comes home about thirty minutes later and the destruction of our bedroom door leaves him utterly speechless.

Moral of the story -- don't read creepy fic, take a sleeping pill, and go to sleep with an over protective large dog in your house unless you're prepared to spend more money than you'd rather getting your bedroom door fixed. OR just don't sleep with your door shut.

Comments

[akahihineko.livejournal.com]

I think I'm gonna come back to read your dream when it's, like, light outside.
'Cause... I'm still not over the trauma The Woman in Black inflicted - months ago.

[akahihineko.livejournal.com]

I am not ashamed to admit that I spent most of the thing closely inspecting the palms of my hands. The soundtrack was creepy enough, really.

[melodysparks.livejournal.com]

Now that was some creepy nightmare I can't imagine how freeked you were. Hope you are fine now though

[myjadedhavok.livejournal.com]

That's the sign of a good dog, though.

When I was a teenager, I had a german sheppard/rotweiler mix that was freaking huge and slept at the foot of my bed. We lived in a terrible trailer court where there were regular drug busts and almost everywhere was making, selling, or growing drugs. One night, my mom was gone and a drug addict broke into our trailer. The dog bit him on the leg. The drug addict locked himself in the coat closet and hid there, screaming, with the dog trying to get through until the cops showed up. Another night, at three am, my stepfather tried to get into my room. My dog kept him out, biting him on the arm twice. Unfortuantely, it lead to my stepdad having the dog put down. I immediately moved in with my grandparents and to this day haven't forgiven my mother for letting it happen.

There isn't much on this planet that can make me feel as safe as a dog that weighs more than me that loves to sleep in my bed and lick my face.

[keiramarcos]

The implications of the stepfather wanting access to your bedroom in the middle of the night in such a way that the dog attacked him -- well, neither his attempt or his reaction to the dog is forgivable at all.

[myjadedhavok.livejournal.com]

My stepfather was a terrible person. He was abusive and as far as I'm concerned, insane. About three years after I moved out, he attempted (and thankfully failed) to kill my mother and she finally divorced his ass and had him committed.

[damaskrose32.livejournal.com]

Sounds rather like you scared the hell out of your Husky and he was bound and determined to find out what was wrong and make it better. And he woke you up, so he did fix the problem. Hard on your house, but that's a GOOD dog! I hope he didn't hurt himself in the process, even if he did break down your door.

[keiramarcos]

He did break one nail off in the quick -- just a little there was a tiny bit of blood which of course ended up on my sheets.

[indigocat.livejournal.com]

That dog obviously loves and cares for you.

[obsesdromantic.livejournal.com]

OMG. Are you okay? That was a seriously creepy dream. Hope you and Sisko are okay. Hope your husband didn't laugh (too much) about the door. I had a dream once where the cops came and told me my mother had been murdered. I woke up and called my mom at 2 in the morning. She wasn't happy. :( Then, after she got sleep, she gave me soooo much static.
Anyway - I hope you are okay and the door doesn't cost too much to repair. I'm not clicking on that story, btw. 'Cause if it freaks you out......

[keiramarcos]

The really silly part is that while it was creepy, I totally wasn't freaked out before I went to sleep. It has a good resolution. Thor kicks butt. Steve is awesome. Tony is fantastically drawn in the entire story. I'm considering reccing it on Slashworld. LOL.

[sorka42.livejournal.com]

Okay, yeah, you know what? No watching Supernatural for you. Because that show can be really fucking scary at times. And demons and possession and Soul Deals are that shows stock and trade.

[arkadynekozukii.livejournal.com]

Oh my, that must have been stressing your body like crazy – being unable to wake up. But your dog is such a sweetie... though, like you say: better let that door open from now on (the resolution to NOT read creepy fics before bed it’s impossible. When one encounters a good fic, no matter their genre, it’s impossible not read it -_-U)

[auntbijou.livejournal.com]

What a good dog!! Hey, now you know if someone actually managed to grab you and lock you in your bedroom, Sisko is fully capable of breaking the door down and whupping serious ass!! Besides, chasing away bad dreams and waking their humans up are just one of the many jobs of a good dog!

And I hate those dreams where you don't know you're awake. Especially if it's a bad one. Though the mundane ones really bum me out, too, and I have no idea I'm dreaming until something weird happens like... having to wear clown shoes because I can't find my slippers (and I really hate clowns, too). Or needing to go to the grocery store and having to drive a large duck instead of my car, that goes "QUACK QUACK" every time I hit the turn signal.

[keiramarcos]

I want to have the duck dream. LOL.

[auntbijou.livejournal.com]

I'll send it along directly!! I warn you, though, it's a little confusing!

[celestejean.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the video, that is such a great moment between those two.

[chris-king-2005.livejournal.com]

Gak!

I hope Sisko's eating steak tonight, despite the damage... He saved you from the monsters, even if they ended up only being nightmares.

[writinginct.livejournal.com]

Dogs can be scarily protective.

We just adopted a 3yr old Dogue de Bordeaux (French Mastiff aka Hooch from the movie Turner & Hooch for those unfamiliar). The first time the hubby and I were fooling around after we got her she took out two heavy-duty wooden doggie gates and broke the latch on our bedroom door when she barreled through it. lmao - apparently her new "mom" wasn't supposed to be making noises like that... needless to say it was a mood killer (of course me laughing so hard I was crying wasn't particularly helpful to that end either ^.^ )

Even now, a few months later, my hubby still has to be careful about playfully slapping me on the butt - the dogue takes serious offense at that sort of behavior.

[tygtig.livejournal.com]

Go Sisko!

That was a creepy nightmare - but I'd feel very safe afterwards considering Sisko's reaction.

[ladyholder.livejournal.com]

Oh, damn. Glad you are oksy though. And that Sisko is determined enough to go through anything to make certain you are safe.

~L

[serpentlady69.livejournal.com]

Hell, I loved that story, but now I'm too freaked out to even think about it. *shivers* I just hope I don't have a nightmare tonight.

On another note, aren't dogs the best? Even when it costs a lot to repair the destruction.

Steak?

[holen1972.livejournal.com]

Sorry about your door but Sisko really deserves a steak for trying to protect you. Hope you sleep better tonight.

[the_proofreader]

Go Sisko! *hands manymany dog treats*

I once watched a late-evening program about people with sleep disorders who killed their partners in their sleep. My husband was out. By the time he came in, I was in bed, asleep enough to be affected by sleep paralysis, but awake enough to know with absolute certainty he was going to kill me. I fought really hard and managed to get out a 'Nooooo!' - scared the crap out of him. LOL

Those kind of dreams really leave a mark - hope you get your house fixed up soon! How about making your new door a swing door, so it'll swing shut, but Sisko can just push it open if he needs to come rescue you again?

*big hugs*

[alwaysn-4ever.livejournal.com]

Back in the seventies my parents rented a house from a woman whose husband had passed away the previous year. She had installed a fire door between the livingroom and the hallway leading to the bedrooms and had put in a separate phone line to a phone in her closet. I think what she really needed was dog just like yours.

[lynalar.livejournal.com]

I would do that, if I could...but I rent. Yup, there is a reason for that and not sheer paranoia. My kids have had an escape plan, and secondary hiding spot (with phone) for years now. My father is a creepy, abusing, stalking jerk. Let's just leave it at that.

I love dogs but I'm seriously allergic. I found that out after having my first dog, who was a beautiful samoyed. Sadly, I had to give him away because he made me very sick.

Anyway, the woman may have just been paranoid, or she may have had a reason for what she did.

[otrame.livejournal.com]

We sometimes forget just how powerful dogs are. Here is a story with a positive spin on that:

My sister, then about 14, was home alone one night with my Mom's sweet, gentle-natured German Shepard. The front door was open, with the screen door latched. That screen door had always been enough to keep her in the house, even when there were squirrels in the yard. Maggie HATED squirrels.

My sister heard cats fighting out in the yard and went out by way of the back door to chase off intruders and bring hers inside. As she came out of the back yard fence, she looked up and saw a guy standing on the corner, across the the street. She was busy trying to talk her cat into coming inside and didn't pay much attention to him until he started running straight at her.

She yelled, "Maggie!" That's all. Maggie came through the screen door like it wasn't there and chased the guy down the road a block and then returned to my sister. We are not sure if she bit him. We hope she did. Hard.

So think of it this way. If you had been in real trouble in that room, your dog would have helped. Not his fault that your scream was nightmare induced. Hug him. Tell him what a good dog he is.

My parents had to replace the screen door. It was bent out of shape, completely destroyed. Maggie never once pushed through it again. Not even when those evil squirrels were out there.

[insanityoutlet.livejournal.com]

Sorry about the sucky dream - but seriously GOOD DOG! I hope he got a hell of a nice treat.

I'm the proud (exasperated) owner of 120lbs of Malinois/Deerhound mix (Think long haired Shepherd on steroids). We've all learned to sleep with the doors open.

[inu-spockya.livejournal.com]

I had Sams and a shepherd/wolf cross for many years. I miss my big dogs, but my poor old shoulders like the rat terrier mix I have now. and he's a hella good guard dog.

Dogs are the best.

[bemus-ed.livejournal.com]

I've had one seriously bad nightmare in my life. It was when I was around five or six and had chicken pocks. We lived in a trailer and we had ants (to this day I fucking hate ants more than any other insect). I had a nightmare about having ants inside my chicken pock blisters and having them burst out when I scratched and having my Mom tell me "don't scratch, don't scratch, you'll hurt the ants!" over and over. When I related this nightmare my Mom's response was a rather offended and incredulous "like I would care about the ANTS!".