Okay, don't be too scared by the title of this post. I promise it will remain reader friendly! As you all know, I've started my library science degree. To sum up my progress, I'll relate my experience from Thursday night. I had a midterm, a 20 question midterm, that took me 4 and a half hours to complete! This is one of the hardest things I have ever attempted in my life. The result of this is I'm just a wee bit stressed out. (Honestly, most of the time I feel like I'm rocking back and forth in a corner inside my mind!) Apparently, this stress is starting to manifest itself in strange sleep behavior. Here's three of my latest bizarre sleep escapades.
1. Apparently last week, Kenny heard some strange sounds coming from my bedroom late in the night/early morning. He thought something was wrong, so he came to check out the noise and see if I was sick, needed help, etc. Apparently I was wandering around my room. He said he asked me "Deb, what's going on?" and I didn't even respond. He watched me pace for a couple of more minutes, ala Children of the Corn or zombiesque, and he says I just abruptly walked back to my bed, crawled in, and that was it. I do remember having a dream about shelving books and looking for stuff, but I don't know if the dream is related to the sleepwalking.
2. This week, I fell asleep while watching TV and trying to organize notes for a paper. Kenny is a big fan of The Late, Late Show with Craig Ferguson and if he doesn't have early morning meetings or need to be into the scout office early, he'll stay up and watch at least the monologue. According to Kenny, part of the monologue was about funny names. He started listing funny names of politicians, celebrities, etc. One of the names he mentioned was Boutros Boutros-Ghali. Again, according to Kenny, I sat up, yelled out "Boutros Boutros-Ghali! That's funny!" laughed for a few seconds, lay back down and was dead to the world. Again, I have no memory of this at all.
3. Again last week, Kenny came upstairs really late from the family room where he had been working on reports for work. It was about 1:30 am, I should have been in bed sound asleep. He noticed that there was a light coming from my bedroom. He again thought something might be wrong so he came in to check. I wasn't in my bed, I was sitting on the commode in my bathroom, in my pajamas, completely asleep. Keep in mind I wasn't going to the bathroom, I was completely dressed, and I was asleep sitting on the commode with the bathroom light on. He said my name, told me to go to bed, and I apparently got up on command and went back to bed. I didn't say anything, respond in any way, or even really look at him. I have no memory of this at all either, but I'm a little concerned about just doing whatever I'm told to do without question!
I'm pretty sure I'm creeping Kenny out. I think he's afraid that I'll try to cook a meal in my sleep and catch the house on fire, get turned around and fall down the basement stairs in my sleep, or get out of the house and wander around the neighborhood or into traffic in my pajamas. Either way, I know that I dream about work, doing homework, or other school related activities or house chore activities every night. As a result, I'm exhausted all the time. My brain never slows down and I'm a little creeped out myself about the sleepwalking stuff. I'm pretty sure this is a sign that I need a vacation. Bubble baths and relaxation candles don't seem to be doing the trick!
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A. Boutros-Boutros Ghali *IS* funny. I don't care who you are.
B. Both my dad and I are famous for doing crazy stuff in the night. The most memorable (for my mom) was the night I came in her room and said "The Sobiets are coming. The Sobiets are attacking." (Like Soviets, but with a B.) At the same time, my dad was calling out from his room "HENRY! HENRY!" (His brother's name.) She says she was just sitting there laughing at us both.
Don't worry...you're not alone. One time I was apparently mumbling something in my sleep and Sebrina asked me what I was saying. With a completely serious look on my face I reportedly sat up and yelled "I SAID humbug!", and rolled over and went back to sleep. Sebrina said she just told me I was full of it and she also rolled over and went to sleep.
On a more violent note, when I was going to Mo West I roomed with two football players. They had bunk beds and I had my own bed off to the side of the room. Apparently one night when I was home for the weekend, my roommate Brett, who slept on the lower bunk, was having a dream about boxing or something, and he started punching the bottom of the bunk of our rommmate Brenden. Brett doesn't remember any of it, but I'm sure Brenden will never forget it. If you want to ease Kenny's mind, maybe you should tell him he's lucky that your not a football player who dreams about being in boxing matches.
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