John reaches his breaking point

So, by now everyone knows that I have night terrors and that I tend to wake the entire house when it happens. They get worse and more frequent when I’m under stress, which basically means that I’ve had one every night for the past two weeks or so. The other night, John reached his breaking point. It was about 2 in the morning and I saw a guy trying to murder John with an oversized blender. Normally I don’t remember details when it happens, but I think it was the oversized blender killing machine that stuck with me. Anyway, I apparently screamed and turned on the light, waking John (and the rest of the neighborhood, quite possibly). I woke up just as he yelled: “What is wrong with you?!?!? EVERY *bleep bleep* NIGHT!!!” Then he rolled over and went back to sleep. Poor guy, I felt really bad. If our relationship is to survive graduate school, I may need to look into some stress-reducing strategies!