Another wild and crazy night!

My first nightmare occurred around 2 a.m. Of all things to be concerned about, I wouldn't think cookie making would've made the list! My plan was to make half a batch, and I was measuring from memory. I thought I had gotten the butter/shortening measurement wrong from the get-go and tried to correct it. The next thing I knew in my dream, I was yelling at Granny because she started throwing away the dough instead of adding the egg I told her to add. At this point, I couldn’t take over because I was flat on my back on the floor (all part of the dream--not really there although it wouldn't have been surprising considering my propensity to walk in my sleep). I couldn’t reach the hands of the African American who was trying to help me up. My ex son-in-law made an appearance by walking in right then, but he was just cutting through to use the bathroom and didn’t notice me. Steve finally rescued me with his real-life appearance as I was yelling and flailing my arms. 

So I went back to sleep although the incorrect measurements continued to bother me. At 5, I woke myself up shouting “Steve, Steve!” The disturbance was that I was trying to fend off ghosts! There was one next to my bed and a ghostly presence throughout the room with tiny pinpoints of pastel blue lights. What was really weird was that my phone lit up brightly right then and woke me up. There were no notifications, but I thought I heard Steve calling me, asking, “Uh huh?”

I need to talk to Chris (Northern Exposure). He'd have a philosophical explanation for this.

My poor, little sick self

Surprisingly, with all my past health issues, I rarely get sick. Except for the TIA and diverticulitis in 2021 and a very minor one-day cold at the beginning of Covid, I just haven't been sick since the winter of 2018!

But I had a restless night and woke up with a scratchy throat, and I remember just how un-fun that is. My nightmares undoubtedly were the result of my impending illness. In one I dreamt that it was January 8, and I forgot that I was supposed to be teaching. I panicked and went to school, but my classroom had been gutted and no students were present. It was the school's (not) subtle way of telling me I was no longer needed. Rude!

In an effort to keep myself from walking in my sleep last night, I put a pillow on each side of me. But the tossing and turning resulting from being sick really wasn't conducive to a comfortable night's sleep anyway. I really wasn't asleep long enough to see if my experiment worked. 

But that's okay because I needed to get up early anyway. We planned to go to Table Rock for a hike and picnic with the, and I had promised to bring chocolate chip cookies. So what was I doing at 6 a.m.? Mixing cookies in the garage so as not to wake Steve. I learned my lesson years ago when my husband was going through a patch of not sleeping well. He had heard the bell on the microwave, and he was not a happy camper. In fact, I ended up buying a microwave for the garage! I rarely used it, but it gave me great satisfaction to know I could. 

So, anyway, I took my homemade cookies and trekked on part of a trail before turning around to take refuge in our car with a book. A perfect example of making lemonade out of lemons. Come to think of it, lemonade would've gone well with chocolate chip cookies.

This is getting to be a regular thing!

Nothing too new and exciting to post, but I walked in my sleep yet again. I don't remember the accompanying dream, but, once again, I had what I call the wobbles--that's when my dream legs are extremely wobbly--and I told myself to sit before I hurt myself. That's when I woke up. Sitting in a nearby chair.

Maybe I'm onto something; a stern talking-to yields results!

These girls know how to have fun

Yesterday, I took my 8-year-old granddaughter Bella clothes shopping. I told my daughter a few days earlier that I was planning to do just that, so she told her daughter. When Bella heard, she got so excited, saying, "This is what big girls do!" 

So while Papa was taking care of Bryan, Bella and I shopped. I thought it was going to take very little time, but we ended up going to Kohls where we found a skirt for her. And then we went next door where we looked through an endless supply of clothes at Once Upon a Child. She'd say things like, "Don't even touch these; they're ugly!" But occasionally I'd find something that I thought she'd like--she did--and she'd find something that I might--or might not--like. Fortunately, we agreed on a great many! I probably wouldn't have chosen a few of them, but that's okay. They excited her, and that was enough for me. 

So for $50 at the used clothing store, she was able to get two dresses (one of them fancy), a top and skirt combo, two bathing suits, a tee, a winter skirt, and a crop top and another top that went well with the skirt from Kohls.

Keeping up with Bella's growth is a bit challenging. With a dad that's 6' 6", she's following in his footsteps. In the 2nd grade, she's one of the tallest in her class. That's completely foreign to me because I was always one of the shrimpiest. Still am.

But size doesn't matter nearly as much as character. She's so kind that she asked if we could buy her little brother something, too. And after it was all over, she remained excited, pleased, and amazed that we shopped for such a long period of time (about an hour and a half). 

And walking into the store holding hands was the frosting on the cake for me.

Here I Go Again!

These night-time meanderings are getting a bit much.

Last night I dreamt I was working at the OSU Human Performance Center (which I did back in 1981-83). Dr. Shulman and Dr. Jagacinski made an appearance although the latter looked like Brockman in LA Law (which I've been streaming for a few weeks).

I was napping on one of the two twin beds in the office--no such thing--and Jagacinski came in to change his clothes to go to the gym. I woke up slightly, but he apologized and left pretty quickly. I told him to turn on the light on the way out, but he didn't do that. Since I knew it was time for me to get up and start moving, I got out of bed. I dreamt my legs were really wobbly and that there was a (nonexistent) rocking chair in the way before I reached the wall with the (nonexistent) light switch. I extended my arm to switch it off, but I fell short of the wall. 

And by that I do mean fell. I woke up when the right side of my face hit the floor with a bam! I didn't scream; I just picked myself up and went back to bed.

I don't understand why I'm not bruised this morning nor do I understand why I've picked up this habit again after not sleepwalking for decades.  Any ideas? Or any ideas how to prevent a major bone breakage?

Life is nothing if not interesting.