CHAPTER 18SCREWING THE POOCH
“Wake up, Ryan. Wake up!” The words sunk in to Ryan’s rising consciousness.
“Huh . . . what . . . another one?” he mumbled, blink-ing repeatedly, as the room came into focus.
“Yep. And it was a doozie,” replied a frazzled Kelly.
They were initially sporadic but now, in late-March,were hitting four to five times a week. Kelly made the diagnosis, with the help of Dr. Google. They were called “night terrors,” a diagnosable sleep disorder. The pattern was classic—right down to the thrashing and screaming, and the lack of recall of the preceding dream. It didn’t come as a total surprise. Ryan had suffered from another disorder, sleep paralysis, for several years as a boy after his father had died. No matter what they were, though, they were proving destructive t
