People like me should not read Inkheart before going to bed

This is more about me than the book - way more.  The book is very good, better than the movie.  Of course that is no surprise. 

But you see I am crazy - not the good kind - well I am good crazy but that is not the crazy I am talking about.  I am crazy, coocoo, looneytunes - possibly shut me away and drug me out, kinda crazy.

I see things in the night, I hear voices too but we'll save that for another time.  This has gone on for a long time.  As a kid I could convince myself that the things I saw were shadows dancing on the walls when a car drove by, or the cracks in the wall playing tricks on my eyes.  And maybe they were then.  But ever since the imaginary spider that was as big as my head, well, it was just too real, even in my fully awake state.  I don't get many visits from spiders anymore, but floating images above my bed - (they have the presence of a person but look more like a glowing blob of mist) bugs climbing out of the walls- beckoning me to follow them, images like wooden replicas of ships that are supposed to call to mind something I have forgotten.  That is really the feeling most of these visits share - that I have forgotten something and it is critical that I remember it.  My most recent visit were glowing lights in the wall telling me to protect my shoes and put them in the bathtub.  Guess where I found my shoes the next morning...

Anyway, now that you have gotten a glimpse into my own personal form of dementia, onto why I shouldn't have been reading the book before bed.  First, for those not familiar with the story, it is about a guy who can pull parts of the story out of the book when he reads aloud.  So, he has pulled (quite by accident) a few guys out of a story and when that happened, his wife was pulled into the story.  Really that is all you need to know about the book I read before bed.  I was sleeping and felt a great sucking/whooshing along my back.  I felt I was getting pulled into another time or place. 

There ya are, a glimpse into the private crazies of me - that I've never really shared with anyone before.