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» Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Sleeptalking
I've been a restless sleeper since childhood. I'm eternally glad I don't walk in my sleep any longer since we have stairs. I did this all the time through adulthood living at home. Even in sleep, my mom would detect a noise outside the bedroom door--asleep I still remembered the rule about not going into my parents' room when the door was closed unless it was an emergency--and would wake to hear me saying "Ma! Ma!" She'd come out and I'd be standing in the hallway in confusion--still sound asleep. So she'd escort met either to the bathroom and back to bed or just back to bed, where I curled up and fell back to sleep.

In the morning I never remembered any of it.

There was a House episode a few weeks back that seemed to indicate an adult having "night terrors" (which I assume is waking up and screaming) is a sign of something wrong. I do this all the time, too. Usually I am lost somewhere dark in a dream, or am being enclosed into a small space, and I wake up screaming with my heart racing like a trip hammer (which is even more frightening). Sometimes I remember this, sometimes I don't.

I also talk in my sleep and apparently come up with the darnest things. Again, most of the time I don't remember this; when I do remember it, I recall having to tell someone something important. For instance, I woke James out of a sound sleep last night to ask him where "the furry" (the extra, synthetic-fur throw he uses when it is really cold) was. The stupidest thing about this was it was warm last night, which woke me up several times. Why was I asking for a furry?

The height of absurdity was night before last, when I woke him up to ask seriously if there was a part of Africa where giraffes lived but where there were no cheetahs. Where does this stuff come from? I've always read that dreams are our anxieties or memories coming out. If I was asking questions about kangaroos and wallabies, I would have understood--we happened to watch Tonight Friday and Steve Irwin was on with Australian animals. But nowhere, nohow in the past few days have I read or seen anything about Africa. So where do cheetahs and giraffes come from?

Bizarre...