Revenge...or something

So about a month ago my husband had a bad dream and woke up when he punched my maternity pillow. Thankfully that night it was turned so the impact hit the pillow and not my face. I actually never even felt a thing and just kept right on sleeping.

The other night was where I got my revenge. Not that I needed it, but I got it. I had a dream that Eric and I were in an old house and had to sleep in hammocks. He accidentally made a hole in the ceiling, from which I knew all kinds of spiders were going to emerge and crawl on me while I slept. Just as I was about to refuse to sleep in that room, a large thing (I don't know what it was supposed to be, but my mind was on spiders) fell out of the hole. I leaped forward to get out of its way. I woke up as I made a sound of alarm and lunged at Eric. It woke him up, too. I can't imagine why.