Woken by my Apple Watch as I was dying in a dream

Hello everyone.   I have put off writing this all day.   First I have not felt well and second I wanted to do it without sounding overdramatic.   But Ron’s panic when he saw the EKG’s and his insistence that if it ever happens again I must wake him right away, I think a little drama is warranted.  

Last night, I had a dream unlike any dream I have had before.   Something to keep in mind is that other than my nightmares about my childhood abuse, I have the ability to gain superpowers in my dreams.   Even in dreams dealing with my adoptive father lately I have seen my self trying to stand up to him, even if I am unable to get the words out that I want to shout and instead being woken / waking up with Ron trying hard to help me and telling me I am either shouting or making guttural sounds at a large volume.  

Last night was different, I had no powers, and in my dream I knew I was about to die.  The dream took place in the front yard facing the street in a home we use to own.   One of my favorite homes.   It was very dark, no moon, and was slightly raining.  We also had rain last night.   In my dream as I twisted and danced to avoid stepping in a large puddle on our walkway to the street, (I did not have and did not seem to need my ever present canes) a black car pulled up in the street next to me.   A woman was in the car and gesturing to me, I could see this because she had the inside car dome light on.  As I approached the street she pulled up to the curb in the next door home.   

As I walked toward the car she pulled into the driveway of the home.   I was not sure what to do so I stood there in the yard.   The woman got out of the car and had a large double barrel shot gun and pointed it at me as she walked towards me.   I turned to run but tripped and fell on the ground.  

As I rolled over she was less than five feet from me with the gun pointed at me.  In my mind / dream I knew she was going to shoot me.  In the dream I remember thinking she is going to kill me and I cannot do anything to stop her.  Then I woke up with my Apple watch buzzing like crazy on my wrist.   Unlike Ron or James, I wear my watch all night.    The watch was displaying a red alert saying I was in AFIB.   I really couldn’t process what the watch said as I did not have my glasses on and I was struggling to breathe.   

After a while I calmed down and got my glasses and ran an EKG from my phone.   That also came back bad with AFIB.    I laid in bed for another 45 minutes cuddling with Ron before doing it again.   The reason I did it again was I was again having shortness of breath.  It again came back with AFIB.  My chest hurt so I got up.  

When I did so I woke Ron and that is normal.   He asked what was going on and I stupidly said my heart was in AFIB and I stupidly told him the truth, that I was having trouble breathing and my watch was saying I was in AFIB.  Ron worked 16 years in the Open Heart ICU and I don’t think I have ever seen him out of bed that quickly.  He demanded to see the EKGs, so I gave him my phone.   That started a morning of checks, repeat checks, lots of me being told to do this, don’t do that, and being watched like a toddler around open live electrical wires.    After I had my coffee and breakfast, my heart rate returned to sinus rhythm.   It has stayed that way all day.    The breathing problem is much worse at night when I am laying down in bed.   Anyway, that is what happened.   I was not scared until Ron seemed to be so upset.   I never had a dream where I was in danger and couldn’t save myself that was not related to my childhood abuse.   This time I knew she was going to shoot me and I was going to die.   Weird.   Hugs