I broke the wall

Well kinda...


Two nights ago I had a nightmare about Aliens.  We were trapped in a building, inside one room, and they were about to breach it.  We had found another exit, and ran down the hall, with one rifle, and three kitchen knives.  Knives were useless, since Alien blood is acid.  Anyway, I had woken up from this nightmare, then needed the bathroom.  I decided to go to the one out in the hallway, and because I woke up in a haze and a little bothered, I was not thinking.  We had the baby gate up in the hallway, and I had walked right into it, and fell on the floor, with the gate underneath me.

Well, baby woke up.  And husband woke up.  Husband had to help me get up from the floor, because I was in a very awkward position.

And well, the next morning, I examined the wall and there is an ugly gouge on it.

Looks like we will have to spackle it to repair it.  But probably not for several years (until baby is older).

Oops, me.

The lesson??  Don't dream about Aliens!!