To Feel Scared or Safe, That Is The Question

Two nights ago, at a little after midnight, I was awakened to my husband barreling out of bed.



Now let me step back a little and say that he has bad dreams every so often. His bad dreams are of his biggest fears, which usually include either me cheating on him or someone trying to attack his family. Most of the time when he has these bad dreams, it's no big deal. He'll make noises or bolt up in bed, but most of us have done that at one time or another.



Well, Sunday night was an exception. A little after midnight, apparently my dear, sweet husband was dreaming that someone was standing in the corner by our bedroom door, waiting for him to fall totally asleep, and I guess then was going to attack us. Instead of continuing in his sleep, Mike decided he was NOT going to let this dream-induced stranger attack us and he was going to nip it in the bud, attack this stranger first, and apparently kill him... right there in our bedroom. So, Mike barreled out of bed and headed for this imagined stranger and didn't wake up until his head ricocheted out of our sheet rock and onto the door frame, or our dresser, I'm not sure which. Once he landed on his butt, I saw the wall in the dark and was convinced that we were going to have to either call 911 or rush him to the ER because, in the dark, I thought what I saw was a big splash of blood on the wall. I quickly turned the light on, jumped out of bed, and went racing over to Mike on the floor and grabbed his face to see where the blood was coming from. Thank GOD there was no blood on his face, which actually left me a bit confused. I looked back up at the wall to find this:



This, my friends, is a 2 1/2 foot long, 1 1/2 foot wide HOLE in my bedroom wall! Mike tackled the WALL.

Should I be terrified or should I feel completely safe that even in his sleep, my hubby can produce a hole in my wall with his head? I'm not sure I've decided which.

I wanted to repaint my bedroom anyway. This gives me a good excuse.