My very bizarre night (or Candices weird second sight experience)

As I was going to bed last night, the wind starting picking up and I knew it was likely going to be quite a noisy night.  In Tokyo, shutters are the norm, and used for, I assume, blocking out rain during typhoons and things.  in my house we use them mostly as sunlight blockers, as they do not observe daylight savings time and in the summer a 4AM wake up from the sun is a bit too much for me and for Doug.  Kalista is, as we call it, run by the sun.   she is awake and asking us for Beckfast at 5am.  its all right in the winter, but in the summer it stinks.

anyway, I digress.  So today here is the First Official Day of Spring.  and true to its name, it was quite pleasant out. but ushering the day in was a VERY WEIRD NIGHT.  I had stuffed clothes into the shutters, between the shutter and the window to prevent the banging which is very prevalent when there are strong winds. The bedrooms are on the second floor and I tend to think its even noisier there as there is no buffer from other buildings.  Anyway, I thought I was prepared for this, but at 245am I found myself woken up by Kai, who sleeps next to me, asking for his nocturnal night nursing (fine by me by the way) and I rolled over to feed him and found myself listening to the banging against the wall.  the shutter was being incredibly noisy.  so I basically did not sleep at all. I laid there, trying my best, but if that house hadn’t been standing for 20 years I was starting to doubt its ability to withstand this kind of beating. I could also feel it swaying, as Tokyo all buildings have a certain amount of “sway” built in them for earthquakes you see.  in fact, didyou know we had a 5.6 earthquake 50 miles from here last Sunday? I thought not.  but we did and that is the kind that flattened Haiti like a pancake.

So I lay there trying to figure out if it was just the noise from outside that was keeping me up or my own fear that was not allowing me to sleep.  Basic fear.  the kind of fear that is primal and basically has allowed humanity to survive.  without this kind of fear, we’d likely not be here.  so no matter how I tried to rationalise the feeling away, that everything was fine, that the house would stand, etc, etc, I still found myself struggling to sleep. At times like this I will go outside and bring in whatever is also plaguing me, like laundry. I knew I had left it out, so since I was all ready WIDE awake, I got out of bed and pulled the laundry inside.  Good thing to, because shortly after it started to rain.  And then I went to the front door and brought my strollers in, which had also been outside overnight.  I felt like I was in a bad movie.  the wind was literally howling.  I have heard wind blow, but I think only once or twice I had it heard it howl.  and it was like it was getting caught between the buildings. I wished I had taken a recording, because it also felt creepy.  At this point it was about 4am or so, and it was that time of the day where it was not yet dawn, but not totally dark either.  I went inside and stuffed another piece of clothes in the shutter and that seemed to help.  at 547am Kiera showed up, saying that the wind outside was very scary.  Kalista and Kiera cuddled in bed and “whispered” to themselves.  soon they left and went downstairs, as is par for the course.  generally they are well behaved, they get themselves breakfast and watch tv.

at about 7am I woke up from a dead sleep because  I heard a scream from downstairs.  the kind of scream that is every mothers worst nightmare.  the voice of Kiera was petrified and I thought I was tearing down the stairs to blood or missing limbs or joints.  I got downstairs with two angelic children eating their breakfast as they do every morning, wondering why I was in such a panic.  Obviously I was relieved and now was WIDE AWAKE for the day.  I went to church and told a few people about how I woke up to this scary dream, and told a friend that I had expected to have blood or missing fingers or something.

I went out after church came home and the girls were playing upstairs and I am currently going through clothes to donate, give away, etc.  I was thinking about my dream again, and how actually thinking about how I still had a bad feeling that just wasn’t going away.  I had no idea why I was feeling that way.  my au pair was taking off, and she placed Kai in the entrance, well about a foot away from the door to the living room. (In Japan everything is partitioned for heating purposes)  Kai can’t crawl yet, he just scoots on his butt at a very slow pace.  I ran upstairs to collect more clothes to sort and give away.  the girls went downstairs when all of the sudden I heard a scream of pain and I ran downstairs to find Kai screaming his brains off in the hallway, now much closer to the door. Kalista had slammed his fingers in the door (maybe it was a payback because she once had her fingers slammed in the door as well).  he was holding his hand and I could clearly see the line on his little fingers.  I was distraught and yet processing it all at the same time.  Kai was all right, in fact he is happily hanging out in his high chair having a cookie right now, but I realised that my dream had basically come true.

I am a strong believer in intuition, and I have found answers to questions if I shut up my logical brain and listen to myself.  but that takes work. I wonder if because my “primal brain” was in over drive, that I dreamt it?  that is the only “explanation” I can think of.

Weird eh?

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