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.
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