The twins

I have the cutest niece and nephew in the world. I just got back from Vancouver yesterday and after spending a couple of days with my 16 months old niece and nephew-twins, who I'll refer to as Luke and Leah, I'm telling the world that they're the cutest babies ever. Absolutely adorable, they love to play and will wiggle and dance to music, they crawl all over you and even learned to play catch with us. They wake up around 5:30am and start talking to eachother, really loud, the baby talk is my alarm to jump out of bed and play with them. I love how their eyes light up at the sight of me, then they both start crawling/walking like a stampede and runs me over. They keep this up for 4 hours before nap time. My nap time as well. Kudos to my sister and brother in law. CB and I had to sleep all Sunday to catch up on our missed sleep, and that was only two days worth of baby sitting.

It's up to me now

After returing from my wedding I went straight into preparation of acquiring a new business. There was much to be done and lots for me to learn. The learning never ends and everything I read and heard about owing my own business was true. Shortly after the office opened my partner and I met up with a personal injury attorney. He's well into his 60's, in great shape and offered several tips through his casual laughter. His favourite tip of all, as he said it many times "the best thing about owning your own business is that you get to work any 80 hour weeks you want." I bumped into another collegue at the gym the other day and she giggled as I told her I still have much to be done. She reminded me to get some sleep. ?? Of course I sleep, or do I? No, I really don't. It's very light sleep, something I'm unaccustomed to. I wake up many times in the night and everytime I wake, I'm fully awake. I check the time to make sure I didn't over sleep then I start rehearsing the things I need to do the next day. I dont' know how long those thoughts last before I truly fall asleep again. The first month, I drove to work with the most excitement I ever felt in years. Now the excitement remains but I'm so tired. I gather up my energy before I walk through the door and act like the boss that I'm supposed to be, bright eyed bushy tailed, full of energy, the "picture of health" as one of my patient calls me. I used to feel that way. Now I skip my lunch work-outs because there's always little errands to be done. There's so much running through my head that I ignore most phone calls except for one particular friend, who might even have ideas that I'm ignoring her. Well, compare to others, bitch, you're the only one I ignore the least.

There are days I feel proud of myself, others days I feel like shit. It's a mix of emotions and a stress level that I've yet to learn to deal with. Thank god I love what I do, I can't imagine puting up with this stress over something I feel mediocre about.

I have to give thanks to all my friends and family through this period. I've received so much support, encouragement and help that it really made things so much easier. I'm incredibly touched with everyone's encouraging words and knowing they're ready to help. CB's been incredible as well. He's been doing most of the cooking and cleaning at home and making sure I eat. We haven't spent much quality time lately, luckily he's a man and not emotionally needy. If the roles were reversed I think I'd bitch about lack of attention. It also works out that CB's got a project at work that he's incredibly busy with.

Time passes fast though. Quarter of the year has already passed and now I need to make sure the office does well the second quarter. It's such a crazy race. And I know it'll always be like this.

the stress diet

I can see why some don't eat when they're stressed.
I bought this new practice. It drains me. It's exciting but it consumes me. I'm constantly thinking about it, I can't sleep because my mind won't stop thinking of it, I barely eat, I have no appetite and strangely, I'm not hungry.

It's consuming ME.

a sick couple

It's been years since I've been this sick.
I had a slight sore throat Tuesday night. I didn't think much about it.
Then Wednesday morning CB and I both woke up saying "i'm sick" with headaches, achy body and later that night both with fevers. We spent all day Thursday in bed, I felt like we were incubating germs in our bedroom. It's Saturday and I feel better but I'm completely congested and I can't breathe through my nose. I haven't spent this much time in bed in years. It's actually kind of nice.

communication pet peeves

I have certain expectations when it comes to communication.
Most of it comes from the way I was raised "When adults are talking, children are not to interrupt."

Here it is:

1. When I'm holding a serious conversation with someone and that conversation does not involve you, please don't interrupt, especially when you're shouting your opinion from 5 ft away. Why are you listening in anyways? If you want to be part of the conversation, come closer and read the body language to see if you're welcomed.

2. When I'm on the phone don't talk to me. Dichotic listening is not my specialty. I often miss part of my conversation and what you said was a blur as well. Call my name or get my visual attention. I'll politely stop my conversation to answer your question with full attention. If your intention wasn't to ask me a question and just wanted to shout your opinion because you're listening in on my conversation then go back to number one.

3. If you walked into a conversation and you felt you missed something, naturally you'd ask "what happend? what were you guys talking about?" If no one answered, it means no one wants to share with YOU. It's not that they don't want to share, it's YOU they don't want to share the conversation with. Don't embarrass yourself further and stop digging in, you're just making everyone uncomfortable.

I need to clean

Is my need to clean some kind of housewife instinct that's taking over me? As I ate my lunch all I thought about was how I'm going to spend my Friday night cleaning the house. I want to throw away all that crap laying on our dining table for the past year. There's a box of wedding material that I can't wait to throw out, but I want to complete our thank you cards first then burn that wedding stuff like it was a some kind of bad nightmare. I want to vacuum the house and scrub the floor. I spent 30min scrubbing down the shower door and now its' soap scum free. I want to buy a dozen toothbrushes so I can scrub between the tiles of the bathroom wall and kitch countertop. Then scrub out that mold sitting by the window still. I want to pull all my clothes out of my closet and refold them so they look neat like a store shelf. I want to forbid any future purchases of DVD's because we do not watch them more than once but once they're in the house they do take up space forever. I want to throw away that old pile of unopened mail that I can not throw away because it's not mine and I get nervous watching it sit there, haven't you watched "House of Sand and Fog"? Open your mail!. I still have to fold that laundry, find a place for our SCUBA gear and possibly re-organize the storage space. I want this place CLEAN and it seems like the first step to keep it clean is the rid the cause.. and the cause is HIM. The one who's not going to leave my side till I die. wah.... I'm going to be cleaning forever, like a fuckn maid.

How does it feel

How does it feel to be married?
The same.

We lived together for a year before our wedding day. I feel the same today as I did yesterday, and the week before the wedding and the months before that.

It's been over a week since the big day and I still get nightmares of it. It just shows that I spent too much time planning for it.
I'm very glad the day is over and more pleased that the pictures turned out beautifully. I would need those pictures and videos to remind me of what I missed.
Back to normal life. Today I got out of bed at 2pm. That was great. I hardly sleep past 10am, but my goal was to wake up when i felt like it, and 2pm it was.

Suddenly without a wedding to plan I'm feeling anxious. I'll focus on work again.

From The Brides View

It was everything I didn’t expect.
The week was tortuous and fun all in one. Everyday leading up to the day of the wedding was packed with activities leaving us little time to sleep. Despite crappy weather we still did our tours, the highlight being the Tarsier monkeys. They’re so ugly they’re cute. Everywhere we went we traveled as a group. At times it was a logistical nightmare, but once settled it was fun to have everyone there. We dominated every place we went.

The unfortunate part was that people were getting sick. It almost seemed everyone got sick at one point. I felt really bad that guests were falling ill. But I tried to remind myself that there’s nothing I can do about it and it really isn’t my fault.

The day before the Wedding:
By the 5th I was exhausted. Exhausted from all the shouts and fights CB and I went through and continued to carry on in the Philippines. Little details remain unresolved because we couldn’t talk about wedding stuff without raising our voices. Thousands of things ran through my head but I couldn’t verbalize them. I never felt so frustrated, angry, stressed and exhausted all at once. All while trying to maintain a pleasant composure. We transferred to Shangri-la on the 5th, CB took off quickly to run more errands. I relished the moment I set foot on Shangri-la’s beach. I laid there for only an hour before I started getting the jitters and had to hit the gym to run off the anxiety. It may be a small thing, but when the attendant approached me and handed me an icy cold towel 10 minute into my run that made everything better. I liked that towel service.

At night the MOH and I cleaned a bottle of red while we scurried around the hotel suite wrapping up last minute details. I hit the sac at 10pm, tired again and caught myself thinking of ingenious ways to excuse myself from the next day’s event. But I couldn't, could I? This isn’t some Friday night birthday party that I don’t want to attend because I’m too tired. This is a wedding that spun out of control. From a small guest list of people dear to my heart, to people I don’t know, didn’t invite and subsequently some didn’t show up either. A list of should’ve, could’ve ran through my head. If I could only turn back time and did things differently. This is my party, why am I so miserable?

Wedding day:
The usual morning make up and dress up was fun. Once the camera crew showed up the girls and I lit up for the lenses. It’s great when no one is camera shy. The weather was warm but everything felt hot under my dress. After our morning shoot, I was feeling miserable again. Tired, hot and anxious and a dress too tight to sit in. Arg….. Then it came time to travel to the church, now that’s the fun part. A Sunday wedding squeezed between two masses. Everyone got there at 1pm for the 2pm wedding, I waited in the car with my bridesmaids, a lousy A/C in a very uncomfortable dress that had to be unzipped and I still couldn't sit straight. I was dripping in my dress and feeling grumpy. My bridesmaids probably took the worst of the hit. All my frustrations were directed to the one's immediately next to me... them. I was worried about the guests standing around the church feeling as miserable as I do. CC did the run around sending messages between the bridal car and the other guests. It may sound no big deal, but no one wanted to step out of the car into the heat. Tine had everything ready in case shit hits the fan, make up, food, hairspray, Tide to go.. you name it, and the MOH simply had to swallow the emotional beating coming out of me and fanning my fanny, yes, my legs were dripping hot.

Message came to the car that the public did not leave after the 1pm mass because they wanted to see the 2pm wedding. Thought it was some celebrity wedding since Sunday weddings were few and far in between and the Bishop was officialling it. I ended up getting so nervous, my walk down the aisle was a quick march. Who were all these people? The church was packed, I mean PACKED with people STANDING!!! The coordinator apparently lost her bearings as well and forgot to have the flower girl walk down. I’m disappointed. Everything was chaotic to me. I was simply happy to step out of the car and was ready to fly down the aisle and get this shit over with.

The ceremony was interesting. I’ve never sat through a full Philippino Catholic wedding so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Perhaps CB is lucky that I never sat through one, otherwise I would have never agreed to it. It was an hour long with a communion, at which I dropped the F bomb at the altar when I turn to see a long time of people waiting to receive communion. Then the Bishop told our relatives that one of the fruit and flower offerers was “the most inappropriate, scandalous, sinful girl in the group ….” It was my cousin D with her cute black bubble dress reaching only mid thigh with killer legs that even made me gasp! I guess before that incident, our reader got an ear full for not wearing a shawl over her halter dress. We already warned her to wear a halter vs a strapless, but I guess when you’re sexy, you’re sexy regardless of what you wear. Yes, we’re a sinful bunch.

It’s so wrong, but hearing that brightened my day.

My brain was still fried stepping out of the church but at least the stress lifted. Not sure why I was stressed to begin with, but it laid over me like a dark shower blurring my day.

The camera’s started snapping away as we walked out of the church. The doves were released.

Looking back, the ceremony was tiring but it was the most special part of the day. I'll forever cherish the memories of holding my parents arms down the aisle. When my dad told me that he didn't mind the heat once he saw me. He held my hand tight, I squeezed back, I miss him too. I'll always remember our voices echoing through the church as I shared my vows with my sunglass wearing husband. So ghetto.

The reception was fun for me, we had native dancers lined up, a kick ass band that everyone raved about. Name a song and they played and sung it well. It didn’t matter which genre, they were a great cover band. We performed our first dance, a waltz that we barely practiced, my footing was everywhere, I was happy, buzzed and still a blur. But I didn't mind that we were all over the dance floor dancing to our own beat. The cake was not served, there was plenty of dessert aside from the cake, so I bit into my wedding cake, something I’ve always wanted to do. A big fresh cake and it was mine to destroy.
There were games.. that I didn’t even know about. Which I think people enjoyed, but I can't remember, I was running low on fuel.

The day felt like organized chaos which others felt was fun.

By the end of the night I was drunk and the groom was missing and half the crowd was gone because that's apprently what Cebuano's do.

I return to my room to find the groom over the bowl. I guess that's how the wedding night ends.

That's it?

a whole year's worth of planning and the day is arriving already. A whole year's worth of bitching, fighting, pseudo break ups, time, stress and this is it? If I could only put more effort into other things in my life.

I'm actually quite happy this day is approaching is will be over with soon. I'm tired of being consumed by wedding stuff. It got boring after a few months. The problems arising from a stupid events coordinator at Shangri-la was becoming a regular expected routine. Aside from my personal coordinator, everyone there seems so incompetent in keeping accurate details of their clients accounts. Either that, or I'm the stupid one, naive of their game and simply unaccustomed to the shadiness of the Philippines.

I''m ready to have normal conversations with people again, though I'm expecting a few weeks post wedding I'll still have to answer wedding stuff. I just wish people had some more originality to their questions.
But for now.. a status update.
Contrary to what everyone thinks, and I do appreciate the gentle kindness in their tone and the look of warmth as they ask me, but I am not..

No, I"m not nervous. Nervous about what? tripping down the aisle? Marrying the wrong person? j/k.
No, I"m not stress. If I am, it's no more stress than anyone would express under the same conditions when people make last minute changes on you. It is more annoying or upsetting than stressful.
I'm busy, because my stupid boyfriend (just got demoted) left in a rush and forgot a shit load of stuff and errands for me to finish for him. Though I'm sure he finished his fantasy football with flying colours and is all well prepared for his fantasy basketball.
Yes, I'm excited, I'm going away for a two week vacation.
Yes, the wedding is all planned, whatever remains unplanned will just be. The day will come and go as is. There's just small projects that take time, keeping me busy, but that's about it.

I'm not sure if other modern brides feel the same, but I've been living with my husband to be for the past year. There really isn't much of a difference once I am a married woman. I still am the one cleaning the house, he still will be going out, and no i'm not changing my name. He'll have to really bring home the bacon for that one. Seriously, people will think I'm mexican if I changed my last name.

ugh... i'm ready to leave work. I've been on vacation mode for a while already.

1.5 more weeks

I can't work anymore.
My mind is elsewhere, things to do, list of items to pack, last minute gifts to buy, my nails done, eyebrows threaded, clean the house... what else???

I'm already on vacation mode.

3 more weekends

That's all I have left. Three weekends to go to

• Christmas parties
• shop for gifts
• create my table centerpieces
• buy and distribute alcohol (by the way, if any friends are reading this, if you have extra space for a bottle of your favourite liquor to bring over to the Philippines, let us know)
• create the slide show
• practice slow dancing like we did in high school, because we didn't get a chance to take dance classes and any kind of slow dancing we've done so far would just not be appropriate in a wedding.
  
• budget ourselves for the trip
• pick up miscellaneous items, like make up, shoe pads etc.
  

well, now that I laid it all out, it doesn't seem so bad. Just a lot of work. So for the remainder of this month I'm going to be a hermit to get things wrapped up.

CB and I are both getting excited about this trip. I think both of us are more excited about being over seas with a big group of friends than we are about the wedding. The wedding is kind of getting in the way of our diving plans. I have to miss two days of diving for the rehearsal and the ceremony itself.

I can't wait to eat during the reception too. Everyone says food at Shangri-la is very good. I've been advised that the couple doesn't eat much during the reception because of all the things going on. Apparently, they don't know me well. I'm debating if I should order an extra cake just for myself, but they already have a buffet table in addition to the wedding cake.

Thirty days remaining.
A years worth of planning and arguing all for one day.

Grow up asshole

Last weekend CB and I went to a Halloween party at our friends' loft in the city. We had a great time, everyone was in costume, drinks kept flowing and there was good food cooking in the kitchen and our friends DJed upstairs. All was perfect till the next day. CB realized he left his jacket and his favorite shades in the pocket at the loft. No problem, send off an email to ask the host if he's seen it. Our friend didn't find it and even sent out an email to the list of guests to ask if anyone picked it up by accident. It's been a few days and no response.

Is is possible that who ever has it is still hung over and not aware? I highly doubt it.

CB's been so upset these days, those are his favorite glasses, and he just got them too. I like them a lot myself.

so here goes...

You asshole, you have it and you know it.

What's fucked up is that we're all friend here. Or at least friends' of friends. We're all mature working adults and you're stealing someone else's jacket and shades?? You went to a friends' party and steal from their house? What, you can't afford to buy your own shades that you have to steal a friends? What else did you take from the house? How cheap can you be? How low, selfish, pathetic can you get?

What a jack ass. I'm posting a picture of the shades, maybe someone will notice a "friend" sporting new glasses this week.

I don't understand....

so, Paypal defaults to your last name if you try to add another credit card. I understand that for security reasons. I just had some other questions on what I should do since I made another booboo with cousin Meow Mee's payment. I call Paypal and the person with the accent, it's always someone with an accent, asks for my phone number and name. ###-###-#### Head dump. oh, I mean, cousin Violet. "and who am I speaking with?"
"this is Head dump" I already said I was HD, so I figured I'll just stick to it.
"for security reasons I can only speak with cousin Violet"
rolling eyes
"fine, this is cousin Violet"
"you're cousin Violet?"
"Yes"
"I thought you just said..."
"well, how woud you know anyways? you can't see me. I just have a few question.."
"Mam, why would you have an account open in someone else's name?"
"It wasn't my intention. Could you tell me how can I cancel a payment that I made through a wrong funding account?"
"Is this account yours? blah blah blah...."
"Can I speak with your supervisor? just transfer me"
pause....
supervisor
"How can I help you?"
"I just want to know how I can cancel a payment I made...."
"and is this your account?"
"yes it is my account"
"due to Paypal security we expect that when you sign up.......(lecture lecture)"
oh, she wanted to hear my story? I gave it to her starting from the moment I called cousin Meow Mee for her billing address and CC number at 11:30pm and how it ended up with me getting tired by 11:50pm and never used PayPal before and made some mistakes... oh yah, bitch wanted to know why... I gave her my PMS version of why. I am PMS ing =)

she quickly answered my question.

how does one justify the security to speaking to the account owner? how do you know who you're speaking to? stupid people. It's not like I was asking personal account questions. I could care less if they have time to waste, but don't waste mine.

PISS ME OFF

So, last night i'm making some payments via paypal for my cousin's Boracay trip. 3 separate payments. I've never used paypal before, but I figured it can't be hard.
so, I'm chatting on the phone with my cousin who's spilling last year's gossip in lightening speed. I'm half laughing half typing and some how managed to pay off one balance with one card that belonged to cousin Violet. I go on to make another payment and now Paypal wants me to sign up. how annoying, another account to deal with. so I sign up, still talking, somewhat tired by 11:50pm and I'm about to make Miss Violet's next payment but now Paypal wants an account verification? Mean while, my paypal account is named miss violet with my email address because it's her credit card that I first entered and my last name is suddenly Miss Violet's! Fine, I gave Paypal my account number. All is good, I make another payment. Miss Violet's payments are done.

Next is to pay cousin Meow Mee's trip. simple, just add her CC in the account, pay, and all is good.
Of course not. stupid me.. Paypal won't give the option to change the last name. I can understand that for security reasons. But there must be a way for me to add another CC with a last name.. what if businesses allow different cards? right? right?????

doesn't matter, so tired and I didn't want to figure it out.

Today I decided to set up another account for Meow mee. Then send the payment through "her account" but stupid cat gave me the wrong billing address for her CC. 3 payments and it is taking me over 4 hours time to do. friggin annoying!

I'm not stressed

I hear wedding planning is stressful. But CB and I aren't stressed. It's time consuming and we get into a shit load of fights that made me want to leave him over and over again. But by the end of the day it's back to our usual routine and all is well.
This whole process really helped us get to know each other. We learn how each manage projects, what our own idea of what team work is. We learn what efficiency means to each other and our flaws in organizational skills. We learned how to fight meaner, louder, harder and how to quickly push each other's buttons. That's not a good thing, but we learned it.

With a little over two months left I'm starting to feel excited about the whole trip. It's not the wedding that excites me, but the idea that my family.. all 6 of us will be together again. It's been over 7 years since we've had a family photo with all 6 of us. The philippines is going to be a really fun trip, with so many of my friends and family there this wedding is more exciting than stressful.

We have a wonderful coordinator, her name is Edith Laurino. She seriously saved our whole planning. So, when I say I'm not stressed, that's because Edith is taking on the bulk of things. For a period she was more concerned about the wedding than us. We had to step it up because I think she was getting annoyed by the lack of response from us.

We nearing the last stage of our planning now. Nearly everyone has booked their flights and hotels for Cebu and Boracay. Any stragglers that want to join us later can join with ease. The Air and Hotel was probably the most difficult to organize but with that completed everything else is a piece of cake. Cake.... I'm going to eat a whole layer of my wedding cake.

Eels and Mantas and Sharks oh my

CB surprised me with a birthday trip to Maui this past weekend. He rented a condo which made the whole trip feel like home away from home. The condo is on the first floor, with a patio that faces the ocean. I'd walk out to the beach every morning with my cup of coffee and imagine this is the way I always wake up. The beach is always quiet and I'm usually the only one there. It's like my own private beach.

We only had 4 days there but we sure did alot and ate alot. We walked around Lahaina and had burgers and fries at some restaurant that Norvin likes. It's been a while since I had junk food, being on a wedding diet and all. That dinner marked the start of a series of fatty meals. We finished dinner with a nice walk and macadamia coffee pie ice cream. After that the plan was to go home, chill at our patio and enjoy the sound of the waves. We both ended up falling asleep on the lounge chairs.

The next morning we got up early for our boat dive at Molokini. I was excited and nervous. It's my first dive since being certified. No instructor, just my buddy, CB. Our first dive was 60 Ft, I started to get really nervous when we had to descend. I haven't yet made a successful descent without crashing into the ocean floor. I do not want to crash 60Ft to the coral beneath!

Somehow I managed and the dive was amazing. We saw Eels, one Manta Ray and several sharks. Those were three creatures I've been wanting to see! It made the whole vacation perfect.
Thanks CB

My dress is coming!!

ok, now i'm getting excited. I did the one thing that all the bridal stores, magazines, online consultants and other brides told me NOT to do. I purchased a gown online. It was nearly half the price of what the stores were selling it for and the ebay store seemed pretty reputable. It was also comforting that every time I called I was able to reach a live person, Julie, and she typically replies to my emails within a day or two. The store also sells other bridal items. Julie told me the dress should arrive at their store the last week of September, they'll inspect it then ship it out. Sure enough, the dress arrived on time.

Last week I received the UPS tracking number and it in Illinois today. I check it everyday watching it traverse from New York towards me. I'll be in total bliss when it arrives in perfect condition and with some luck.. fits perfectly requiring minimal alterltions.

3 more months

3 more months and 6 days before the big day. CB still hasn't purchased his plane ticket yet. I might just have to get married without him. One leg of his flight is not yet confirmed, so he can't purchase his ticket.

Everything else surrounding the wedding seems to be going smoothly. Or, we simply aren't that into it. CB just got his new Halo game. That, in addition to football occupies most of his time. I'm shopping for my out-gown and the perfect pair of shoes. I'm now given a reason to shop and that is not a good thing. Girls should not be given reasons to shop, it becomes an obsession.

Next weekend we'll be certified for SCUBA. It'll be our first time in open water. The purpose of this certification is so we can enjoy diving when in CEBU and Boracay. The number of people headed to CEBU so far is 35. That doesn't include the folks coming from Taiwan. It's going to be crazy fun. But for now, we're just enjoying our weekends with nothing to do. Actually, we're sitting at home shoppig online. CB just bought two regulators for diving, one for each of us. =)

Wedding Diet

Ok, goal is to lose 8 pounds.
What am I doing to reach that goal? Pretty much starving myself and working out. I'm giving up running distances for the next few months. It's going to be 3-5mi runs with Pilates or Yoga.
I'm cutting back on sweets. Best to just cut it out, but I'm not that diciplined. I just ate half a moon cake and a slice of Home made Lemon Merengue Pie today. Patients brought them in, so I couldn't resist. Plus, it's rude if I don't eat it right?

Wedding planning is picking up again. Now it's all about booking rooms and flights for guests. We finally narrowed hotels to two vs the 6 that CB planned at first.

What else is happening.... started my SCUBA class. We'll be doing our first confined dive next week. I can't wait. It's been a very long time since I've picked up something new.

Going camping at Cathedral Lakes this weekend. It'll be the first time CB and I trail camp. It's not a difficult hike but it'll be really cold at night. I'll try to post some pictures.

I have a sleep Disorder?

So, this was supposed to be a funny story, but as I read more of my disorder online, it doesn't seem so funny anymore and it's probably dangerous in many ways.

Last night I dreamed that CB was being stupid and teasing me in the exact way that pisses me off. I told him to stop, and he didn't, then I got pissed and threw a few punches at him. Little did I know these punches really took place. Hey, the bed is big enough for a punch kay? I would have never guessed that the three punches landed on his ribs. Sadly, the only reason I knew I punched him was because I woke up from a sore fist. Poor me, I had hurt myself while punching CB in his sleep. He woke up and started bitching at me. I felt realy bad but being only semi-awake, hand hurting and pissed at what he did in my dream I told him it was his fault for being such a JERK (in my dream).

Last week I did the same thing. Smacked him once 'cuz he was teasing me in my dream. Actually, I must confess. I was so pissed that I woke up from being so angry and found my arm right above his body ready to pound at him. Instead of pulling away, I just let it fall....on top of him. oops.... He didn't make a sound. Interesting, maybe people don't feel pain when they're sleeping? 3 seconds later "OUCH" Or maybe they just have a delayed reaction.

This disorder is called RBD, REM sleep Behavior Disorder. To spell it all out.. Rapid Eye Movement Sleep Behavior Disorder.
This disorder can be dangerous. Like the time my sister dreamed that she was kicking a dead body then woke up realizing she was kicking me! Fortunately I wasn't injured.
Another time I woke up finding my arm over my cousin Cathy's face! In my dream I was hammering something then my mom stopped me in my dream and that's when I woke up.
I could have really injured Cathy if I had come down with that kind of force!

In some instances people with RBD tie themselves up in desperation to not hurt anyone.

"Sleepers with RBD sometimes injure their bed partners. Some people have been known to leave the bed, run into a wall, run through a window, or run down the stairs. But RBD activity is usually confined to the bed and the surrounding area. "

It's a disorder, not an excuse to beat up my bed partner. Perhaps CB should stop teasing me 'cuz I'm obviously getting upsetting dreams about it.