last night I was fighting for my life, and almost died, because of a tangled air hose.
The irony of the situation is that I'm not sure if it was a curse or a blessing.
Let me rewind back to the beginning.
Once upon a time in a far off kingdom.
There was a monster.
I'm not sure that I can even describe it properly so suffice to say it was dangerous but not particularly scary.
It crept up on me and attacked so I disposed of it.
But as we all know, monsters rarely travel alone and sure enough, there was another monster and this time I saw it coming and that's where my problems really started.
I found that I couldn't move into a proper defense position.
Even so it was just one and not that scary so I dealt with that one too. No hassles. I've dealt with monsters before.
It was no surprise when the third attacked but still I was disadvantaged, by having to allow it to be right on top of me before I could destroy it, because I couldn't move forward or even sit forward to defend myself.
I knew, as you do, that they would keep coming and realized that inevitably they would get meaner and more numerous.
It would only be a matter of time before I had to deal with more than one at a time and I may be good but I'm not that good.
There was no way I could hope to survive while I was restrained in this way.
So I devised a desperate strategy to gather them together, in the hopes they would attack each other, and while they were distracted I made my escape.
Only to find, on waking, that I couldn't sit up because my air hose had tangled itself around the bedhead.
Now I might not be the sharpest sandwich at the picnic but I'm not a total idiot.
I know that nobody wants to read about my dreams.
So what is the point of this?
The point is that the tangled CPAP air hose worked!
Yes it nearly got me killed in that other reality, but it saved me from breaking something or somebody in what we refer to as the real world.
It seems to me that the dream state is a fragile structure with the brain struggling to process a complex mix of reality and illusion.
So how did the restraint offered by a nasal pillows mask and air hose, which is fairly tentative, manage to restrain my RBD movements?
It certainly surprise me because that gear falls off or falls apart of it's own accord without provocation.
Obviously the CPAP system wasn't designed to be used as a leash although it may well feel that way.
So what does it all mean? Where do we go from here?
Could a pretty pink collar and chain, securely shackled to the bedpost, become the latest craze for RBD sufferers? :O