Civil War

I was trying to go to sleep one night and Micah suddenly rolls over and starts speaking Spanish. I think to myself, "Wow it's Spanish tonight." He usually speaks fluent German in his sleep, don't know how, but he does.) So I think nothing of it and snuggle down to sleep. Then he sits straight up, jumps off the bed and runs full force into the wall. (Think cartoons here- like when they run through the wall and leave a perfect outline in the wall.) and falls backward onto the bed, then hits the floor. He screams "Get down! Get the fuck down!" At this point I am sitting up in bed laughing my ass off.

I say, "Get down from WHAT!? We are in our bedroom." I am looking around wondering what in the hell is going on. Micah then is rubbing the carpet like he is looking for something and saying "Who the fuck hit me? Who hit me?" More giggling from me. So I yell at him to try to wake him up. Finally he peers over the bed and holds his head. He gets up and is shaking. Saying it was so real.

Apparently we were vacationing in Ecuador, I have absolutely no idea why we were there, and on the beach outside our hotel a civil war broke out. So when he was yelling to get down he was talking to us. And he was thinking whey didn't I bring my guns??? It was so real to him that he had to get up and go sit at the kitchen table and calm down for a bit. Oh and his head was ok, hurt a little the next morning. And I'm glad to report that there was no damage to my wall.