Whut

I have significant hearing loss; that's kind of important.
A lot of times I really can't hear all that great.

I was in the kitchen this morning, all alone, 'cause it was before 9 am. Husband and Daughter don't budge from those beds until after 10 am.

I had a sink full of water, so no water was running.
I had a stove eye plate in my hand, so no splashing water.
My back was to the kitchen door.
Out of nowhere, right in my ear, loudly, I hear #3 going, “Whut?”
It was #3; mothers know their children.

So I went to the front room; my locked door was unlocked—#3 doesn't have a key.
There is no one in the front room, so I go to the bedroom. Husband and Daughter are asleep.

I confess that I woke Daughter up and made her go lay on the couch to keep me company.

After I had company, I looked outside—no #3, no truck, no dog.

No clue.

A side note: I've not had hives in over a month, and on my left leg were, I assume, hives that strongly looked like a bear had scratched me.

 

Blood

 

Not sure on this one.

I woke up somewhere between 3 am and 4:30 am to use the bathroom; that in itself is unusual, but I also had a lot of coffee, and at my age with how many pregnancies I've had, frequent bathroom trips isn't weird.

I know for a fact I woke up; our bathroom is through the living room, down a hallway, from our bedroom.
It was pitch black, and I about walked into the bathroom door.
I physically had to turn the bathroom light on, and I left it on, which it was on when I again used the bathroom at 7 am.

I also flushed and washed my hands, so there was that sensation.

I go back to bed, and my left hand started burning, so I looked down, and the veins of my hand were swollen and standing up; I mean, they were so swollen they were level to my wedding band.

No sooner had I noticed my veins than I heard a voice from the foot of my bed say something about blood—I want your blood, I see your blood, something blood.

I just literally buried my head and went back to sleep.

Now I do suffer from hives, which causes swelling, but I've not had any in a few days, and I didn't last night—this morning.

Daughter was asleep on a cot at the foot of the bed.She's never talked in her sleep in her life, but there is a first time for everything.

Daughter's bedroom door has been slamming on it again.
I can debunk that as air currents, we have the a/c on.