Living with me is a chore. I’m not too moody….in fact, I’m pretty positive and fun-loving most of the time. I’m not too messy (I used to be)…..except for a bit of dust and mail on my dining room table. I’m pretty helpful if you need something. I’m a decent cook. I guess I should say living with me when I’m ASLEEP is the chore!
I shared a room with one of my sisters when I was little. She and I both have struggled with sleep issues. Crazy dreams, talking, walking……you just never know what might happen! As I’ve gotten older, my issues seem to have escalated, especially when I’m stressed. Maybe I carry it with me more in my subconscious because during the day, I am more happy go lucky, not letting too much get to me.
My dreams are usually pretty entertaining, involving celebrities (dead and alive), traveling, old songs, and me saving the world. Yes, I have that power…..didn’t know that about me, did you? My mother used to ask me what I ate before going to bed, thinking that caused it. I talk about food, pets, and in the last few years, I’ve even started texting in my sleep….and it’s WEIRD stuff, such as: “If we could just plan it right, I could grow new thumbs!” “When I’m on the floor, the puppies can bring me the cheese, bracelets, and hearing aids,” and “The manatees drank all the beer.” This is only a fraction of what I’ve done over the course of my lifetime. I used to get embarrassed about it, but now, like other things in life I can’t control, I embrace it, and have fun with it.
The most concerning thing I do, but also entertaining at times, is sleepwalking. That seems to be getting worse. I don’t think I’m on any type of schedule with this, but I do relate it to stress. Al usually stays up later than I do, and he can hear me doing what he calls, “the midnight shuffle,” coming down the hallway, shuffling my feet. Sometimes he doesn’t hear me, and I surprise him though. He used to get a little freaked out, but he’s used to it now, and just keeps me safe, walking me back to bed, sometimes with me talking to him. Something I do quite often is try to go outside. He has caught me multiple times either going out the front door or the back door. There’s a couple of problems with this…..1) we have bears in our neighborhood, and 2) I don’t wear a whole lot when I’m asleep! Now that would be something for the neighbors to talk about! Years ago, when I lived in Kansas, and was pretty stressed out, I actually drove the car while asleep. The only reason I know this is because we always parked the car in the back of the house. We lived on a busy street, and the driveway came down the alley and behind our house. When I came downstairs in the morning, the car was parked in the front of the house, and I was the only one with a key! I have no idea if I went anywhere, or just moved the car! My kids started hiding the keys from me. I have also woken up in the car a time or two, but not in the driver’s seat. When Al has been out of town, I have gotten up and straightened up the living room, then tipped the couch over on its back (after having recently had major surgery!). I have turned on lights and the television. I can carry on a conversation in my sleep, and not remember anything about it the next day.
I don’t know what causes this, but it’s something I’ve always lived with…..or, maybe I should say that others have had to live with! I don’t remember much about it! I suppose it can be a very dangerous thing, but so far, it’s been something to laugh about, and what is life without laughter? And if we can’t laugh at ourselves, then where is the fun?