Well, two nights ago, something brought me immediately out of a deep and comfortable sleep, roundabout the early 3 o'clock hour. Something in the living room stirred me up - t wasn't Stry, as he was asleep next to me. It was one of those eyes-immediately-wide-and-rolling-WTF?!- is-happening?! moments. The bedroom door was partially closed and had multiple towels hanging/piled on top, and there was a bit of light shining on it from the living room. My eyes didn't see a door with towels on top with light shining from the next room. Oh no, dear readers. Most definitely not. What I saw at 3am was a Tim Burton-esq character, with super, super long skinny legs and a boxy hunched back, with a long beaky nose. A brief play-by-play happened as thus: I hear a noise and startle awake with a yell, half sit up wildly looking around, my eyes light upon that "person" and I freak out with another strangled yell, and then commence to have a conversation with "him" about needing to be the first to do something (I'm not sure if it was actually spoken out loud or if I was thinking the entire conversation with "him"). It was very urgent that I be the first one to do this one thing - I can't quite recall what it was, but whatever it was I NEEDED to do/get seen/accomplish whatever before this other girl. After this continued on for a little while, I slowly realized that I was talking to a pile of towels on a door in my apartment and how silly was that. I then proceeded to fall gratefully into unconsciousness again.
My poor, lovely, long-suffering roommate. I talk in my sleep. Constantly. And vehemently. Many nights I, apparently, am very urgent and frantic in my midnight mutterings - though I never recall what my subconscious is experiencing to produce such vocalizations. I remember one time my mom tried to record my sleep speaking - but I was somehow just aware enough that I was being recorded that I didn't speak that night. Weird.
Well, two nights ago, something brought me immediately out of a deep and comfortable sleep, roundabout the early 3 o'clock hour. Something in the living room stirred me up - t wasn't Stry, as he was asleep next to me. It was one of those eyes-immediately-wide-and-rolling-WTF?!- is-happening?! moments. The bedroom door was partially closed and had multiple towels hanging/piled on top, and there was a bit of light shining on it from the living room. My eyes didn't see a door with towels on top with light shining from the next room. Oh no, dear readers. Most definitely not. What I saw at 3am was a Tim Burton-esq character, with super, super long skinny legs and a boxy hunched back, with a long beaky nose. A brief play-by-play happened as thus: I hear a noise and startle awake with a yell, half sit up wildly looking around, my eyes light upon that "person" and I freak out with another strangled yell, and then commence to have a conversation with "him" about needing to be the first to do something (I'm not sure if it was actually spoken out loud or if I was thinking the entire conversation with "him"). It was very urgent that I be the first one to do this one thing - I can't quite recall what it was, but whatever it was I NEEDED to do/get seen/accomplish whatever before this other girl. After this continued on for a little while, I slowly realized that I was talking to a pile of towels on a door in my apartment and how silly was that. I then proceeded to fall gratefully into unconsciousness again.
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Nancy Menn
3/9/2012 12:08:32 pm
Wow! That's a wild dream even by your standards.
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