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Last night I fell asleep on the couch in my basement rec-room. In the early morning (maybe 4 am)I was awakened, albiet groggy, by the sounds of someone outside the recroom "door" (The door is not installed yet, its more of a temp baracade made out of two other doors in the hallway that I open into each other). I listened for a second, and thought it must have been my imagination, but, being cautious, as I am, I reached up to the ledge above the couch and grabbed my H&K, slipped the holster under the blanket I had pulled over me, and proceded to fall back asleep. An undetermined time later I was awakened again by someone, only this time I was sure they were in the room, and at the head of the couch. I tipped my head up slightly but could not see over the couch as my face was buried in a pillow that I had been using to watch TV with... so I reached up to move the edge of the pillow, but having just awoken, I had that "morning weakness" that comes when you are still groggy and half-asleep, where my arm wouldnt respond well to my commands and my gripping power was lacking. I heard someone distinctly over me, and gripped the HK with the hand that was still under the blanket and pulled it from the holster and yelled for Dug, my roommate, whos bedroom is above the recroom. My voice came out in a low croak, and I doubted it was loud enough for him to hear... but the person at the head of the couch did, because they reached out and grabbed my arm and started to haul me off the couch. I swung my other hand up blindly with the HK and prepared to fire off a couple rounds hoping to hell that i could hit whoever it was...
When I sat bolt upright in a panic. I had never woken up the first time. The H&K was still on the ledge in its holster, no one had awoken me, either time, no one was in the house, I never panicked and yelled, none of it. The entire episode had been a freakish, very very real nightmare... made all the more real by the fact that it was so grounded in reality... I had fallen asleep on the couch, with a big, deep, fluffy pillow... The HK was in that holster on the ledge above the couch, where I put it after I cleaned it... everything in the dream mirrored its reality. It was like a bad horror movie where the hero wakes up, something happens, and he re-awakes and realizes it was a dream the first time he woke up. It was NOT a happy experience.
When I sat bolt upright in a panic. I had never woken up the first time. The H&K was still on the ledge in its holster, no one had awoken me, either time, no one was in the house, I never panicked and yelled, none of it. The entire episode had been a freakish, very very real nightmare... made all the more real by the fact that it was so grounded in reality... I had fallen asleep on the couch, with a big, deep, fluffy pillow... The HK was in that holster on the ledge above the couch, where I put it after I cleaned it... everything in the dream mirrored its reality. It was like a bad horror movie where the hero wakes up, something happens, and he re-awakes and realizes it was a dream the first time he woke up. It was NOT a happy experience.
