I was hanging out with my brother and my sister-in-law a couple nights ago, catching up, filling them in on my fox situation, stuff like that. Although I guess it's my lack of a fox situation now, whatever. So we get a few drinks in, and he starts telling me about how he's been having some weird sleep issues lately, and that it's been off and on since we were kids.
My jaw about hit the floor, once I realized he wasn't joking. Sleep paralysis. Nightmares. The six million animals they own waking him up in the middle of the night, freaking out about absolutely nothing. I mentioned the nightmares I'd been having, and we rambled on about how weird that was for a few hours before I had to get home. I chose not to bring up the monster in my room when we were kids. I doubt he would have remembered anyway.
So now either we're both crazy sleep-disorder sufferers, or this thing is stalking my brother, too. Joy.