Things that scare me. It’s probably not what you think.

So recently my body and mind has been thinking that it’s a brilliant idea to wake up in the middle of the night and absolutely panic. I think I might still be sleeping and dreaming, but the only thing I know when I wake up is that I have no idea where I am, and all I can think of is that I need to get out! I need to leave this place that is making me panic and I need to do it fast. Most of the time I wake up halfway out of bed, realizing that I’m at home and that I can just go back to sleep again.

Mhm, real easy to do when adrenaline is pumping through your body and you’re still in full panic mode.

This past weekend I was in Aarhus, Denmark on a work trip. I stayed at a really nice hotel and everything was going great. I went to bed and was looking forward to getting a good nights sleep.

Of course I woke up in the middle of the night in absolute panic having no idea where I was. I really don’t know why this scares me so much, but like I said before, I think I’m still sleeping when it happens. So I woke up with the urgent need to leave my room, I wrapped the sheet around me and ran for the door. For some reason my sleep muddled brain couldn’t figure out how to open door, which I am so incredibly thankful for. I was in a hotel room, all I would have had to do was push the handle and the door would have opened!

I get (hilariously) terrified just thinking that if I had managed to get that door open, I would have been locked out of my room in nothing but a sheet wrapped around me in the middle of the night in a hotel in Denmark. And I can only imagine my colleagues face when I would have had to come knocking on his door explaining what had just happened. I don’t think he would have survived laughing that hard at me. Or what if I had to get into the elevator and head to the reception in the middle of the night and tell them why I was locked out of my room. HORROR!

So when people ask me if I’m scared of cars or bears or murderers on my trip, I’ll answer “No. I’m mostly scared of crawling out of my tent in the middle of the night scaring my fellow campers to death while I’m trying to wake up and remember where I am.” 

That is definitely a level of embarrassment that does NOT need to be added to the mess that is my extremely weird sleeping habits.

Anyone who wants to share a similar story that can make me feel less embarrassed?

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