As a vivid dreamer, I have very lucid and sometimes terrifying dreams. I'll share with you a story about what happened last night:
I went to bed earlier than Adam, and when he came into the room to sleep, he said I was kneeling on the bed and searching wildly through the pillows and sheets screaming, "The bugs! The spiders!"
Adam turns on the light and sees nothing, and calms me down with "It's okay, nothing's wrong, Jenna!" and I go back to sleep.
About an hour later, he says I woke up again, screaming intelligible words at the top of my lungs, thinking there were more insects in the bed. Teaches me to not to simultaneously drink Merlot and eat Taco Bell before bed ever again.