May 8, 2007

• Starry Scary Night

   

  So much to talk about, where do I begin?

  I’ve been getting told a lot that I write way too much for anyone to read.  I find that statement rather funny.  Isn’t it odd how we can read a 300 page book over a weekend, but God forbid a web posting goes more than a page?  LOL  Oh well, I guess we can chalk that up to our short attention span in the over stimulated wired age.  Do know however, that I will always be verbose.  It’s in my blood.  I admire the people who can write “haiku blogs” that are more profound than any of my postings, but I simply can’t.  It’s a stream of consciousness thing, and it always has been.   

  That being said, I do need to ration my time at night better.  I tend to be a night owl, and usually don’t post until after 11 PM and write well into the wee hours.  I do have a bunch of things I need to get off my chest tonight, but I’ll save those rants for another day.  I haven’t been getting near enough sleep of late because I’ve had houseguests the past four weekends, and I’ve been staying up much too late entertaining and writing.  I’ve never needed a lot of sleep.  Even when I was a kid and my parents would put me to bed at 7 PM (crazy huh? maybe that’s why I don’t sleep much now, hmmmm), and I would stay up well past midnight in my room; usually entertaining my brother as the emcee of some game show I invented or some fabulous musical production I had concocted (Big finish!).  Again, hmmmmm, very telling.  As a matter of fact, the only time I ever shoplifted is when I was 8 years old and I stole some little toys at the local hobby shop to use as prizes for my brother when he “won” whatever game show I was keeping him up until midnight playing.  (I guess I never realized he was the only contestant, LOL.)  But I digress. (hmmmmm…notice a pattern?)

  Why do I need to start getting more sleep you ask?  Last week, I began sleep walking.  It happened twice, though technically the first time I wasn’t really walking, I was just moving in a very agitated way.  But more about that in a second.

  Lately I’ve been having very vivid dreams.  Wonderful dreams that are so real that I sometimes can’t remember the next day whether I’d just dreamt something or if it had really happened.  Scary huh?  Last Tuesday night I was dreaming of swimming in a big pool.  It had something to do with work, and I was swimming to get to the finish line.  Sounds clinical enough, right?  When I got to the edge of the pool, the water level was much lower than the deck, so I had to extend my arms to pull myself up onto the concrete pool deck.  As I reached the deck, I rolled on to the concrete, and proceeded to roll out of my bed!  Now, those of you who have been here, know that I have a very high, mission style bed that sits about 3 feet off my hardwood floors.  As I fell out of bed, my head hit my nightstand, and I landed on my shoulder.  Needless to say, a rude awakening. 

  Bruised but not battered I managed to go back to sleep.  This time I dreamt of fishing (though I’m hardly a fisherman).  As I was casting my reel, my knuckles scraped the lats of my bedpost, hard enough to make them bleed, which of course caused me to wake up again. 

  The second night was even scarier, because that’s when the walking part began.  It went down like this….

  Sometime during the night, I woke up to go to the bathroom.  I remember doing this, but for some reason I went to my guest bathroom, not the bathroom in my bedroom.  When I came out, I COULDN’T FIND my bedroom!!??  Try as I might, I wandered around my living room, looking for the stairs.

  Here’s the kicker though:  I don’t have stairs!  For some reason, and keep in mind I remember this all, I thought my bedroom was upstairs, and I kept opening the broom closet looking for the stairs!  After wandering around for what seemed like a while, I remember getting angry, and saying to myself “Fuck it”!!  I conceded to sleep on the couch, and I’ll be damned, the next morning, I woke up on the couch.

  Now, before you start emailing me to get help immediately, I would like to say that I have not had another “incident” since this happened.  I have been trying to get more sleep, and my stress level may have dropped in the past week or so.  Of course, the other possibility is that I really fell asleep on the couch that night, and dreamt the whole bathroom/stairs incident.  I honestly don’t know what happened, but it was freaky.

  Friends have suggested I get some kind of lock for my door so I don’t end up outside, or God forbid, driving.  Although, chances are I’m a better driver asleep than I am awake   LOL  Suffice it to say, I’m more aware of my sleep patterns, and am trying to get more rest!  Case in point: It’s 7:40 PM now, and I’m done for the day (methinks!?).  I will keep you posted….don’t call the loony bin yet! 

   

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  Why not print your next rubber ducky from home??

   

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  Finally last, but not least:

   Happy Birthday Tyson

  

  In honor of your birthday, I have arranged for the paparazzi not to bother you all day long!! 

  So, don’t say I never gave you nothin’!!  LOL

   

   

  

  Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you don’t have “street cred”!  Happy Birthday my friend.

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