Having a Bit of a Walkabout!

 

Another entertaining dream with a twist. Or was it twisted?!

These details aren’t as clear as those of some of my dreams, but I do know it took place in a cemetery and I was staggering, trying to loop my arm through that of someone nearby to help me. The trouble was that he was invisible, and my arm kept going through his body. I pretty much reached the end of my rope, so to speak, when the back of my right hand hit one wall, and the front of my left hand hit an adjacent wall. I had truly walked into a corner! I wasn’t quite awake yet, so as I “looked” down the wall, it appeared to be very long with two doors. I woke up at that point to see that I had walked myself into a corner: I was indeed looking at the entry door and the bathroom door. My right hand only stung a little.

This had a better outcome than when I last walked in my sleep two years ago. I had basically run in my sleep, hitting a closed bathroom door head-on; in other words, I “stubbed” my head into my shoulders! My head and shoulders hurt for several days. And I scared the dickens out of both Steve and myself because I screamed. I screamed loudly. He was still awake and when he came running, he found me dazed on my hands and knees.

It's never a dull moment here because I do seem to talk, walk, sing, scream, and laugh--perhaps more in my sleep than I do when I’m awake.

Analyze this!

 

Hello! Long time no see!

Another crazy night passed me by with another crazy dream. I dream often, and I remember some. Unfortunately, I mostly have nightmares, but this particular dream was very entertaining.

It started with me trying to take a multiple choice test set up like a survey. You know how surveys are often set up as something like this: “Strongly dislike, dislike, don’t care either way, like, or strongly like?” Well, my multiple test answers were: “will, who, and should.” For instance, a sentence was presented: “So and so needs dental work. Will or should he get it?” Of course, the sensible answer would be both will and should. And I imagine I even knew the who! But the directions clearly stated that only one answer was allowed. So I was truly befuddled after answering three questions and left the classroom.

I went to the kitchen where I proceeded to sort the flatware because there was a whole bunch of it in a pile. Despite knowing that the person in charge of the flatware wouldn’t like my interference, I did it anyway. There was a very wide tray that would accommodate all the flatware, so I sorted that way. But then I sorted the plasticware as well. I thought I was just going to be able to put all the plasticware in one Ziploc bag, but it did indeed require three separate bags for forks, knives, and spoons. When I was satisfied with a job well done, I returned to the classroom (and I do believe the teacher was my English teacher from middle school/high school, Mrs. Claphan, who taught us every other year—she was pregnant in the off years).

I tried to explain my confusion to her, but she didn’t really understand; however, she let me retake the test. She couldn’t find a spot for me in the hallway, so she set it up to project on the ceiling while I lay down on the floor. The test was difficult to read because the ceiling was too far away, and I was getting frustrated all over again. But my problems were solved when I realized she was going over the test with the other students!

I woke up a happy student!