Adventures in Sleep-talking, part II
I’ve been a sleep maniac lately. Yesterday after work, after scarfing down a delicious George’s cheeseburger, I got really tired. I didn’t even have a beer (which I considered, because George’s cheeseburgers go great with beer). I was just naturally, genuinely tired.
So, since I occasionally enjoy a 20-minute nap around the 6 p.m. mark, I thought I’d have myself one. Then I thought I’d get up, exercise, shower, and be fresh as a daisy in time for the Real World at 9 p.m.
Hah! Take that, plan! When I woke up, it was almost 8:30 p.m. I had little recourse but to just dink around until 9. So…no exercise for me yesterday. But it was a freaking awesome nap.
OK, as the title of this post promises, I’m going to talk about sleep-talking again. When I woke up this morning, I commented to Denny that I had slept like a rock the night before. He said, “Do you remember sitting up in bed and talking?” I said I did not.
Apparently I sat up straight and said, “The problem is, when I’m half asleep I’m afraid someone is going to see me with no pants on.”
Denny said, “Are you asleep right now?”
“Yes. No. I lied.”
Then I went back to sleep.
I woke my boyfriend up a couple weeks ago when I was waving around my arms and chanting gibberish. He asked me what was going on and I explained to him with a smile “It’s perfect…I can *sing* the bandit away.” I’m glad I’m not the only one prone to doing odd things while sleeping. =)
I remember one time when you were 7 or 8, you came downstairs from your bedroom at about 11:00 p.m. You climbed up on dad’s lap, sat there watching TV for about three minutes, got back up, walked up the stairs and climbed back into bed, never saying a word. You were a sleep maniac from WAY back.
…not to mention the “walking in your sleep” showers at 3:00 a.m.
Holly tells me that I occasionally instigate conversations in the middle of the night, full of gibberish, and that such conversations quickly devolve into mini-arguments wherein she accuses me of talking in my sleep and I angrily deny it. I don’t remember any of that.
Also, my mother reports that I was a sleepwalker well into my teen years, but that hasn’t happened at all in the decade since I left for college (as far as I know!)
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Thank you,
Lisa