Wow.. It's been quite a long time since I've posted, sorry about that. Tonight... er.. today? Screw it. Right now, I'd like to discuss this little thing called sleep. Sleep is wonderful, it heals you, makes you feel good, fulfills you, gives you those warm fuzzy feelings that remind you of the essence of being happy. Now we all know what else fits all of those adjectives, but that's a topic for a different time... (prayer guys... prayer). Anyways, back to sleep.
To me, sleep is a lot like a circus. Maybe that's cause my mind just doesn't stop when I'm asleep. Everything that I come up with usually comes from a dream. Take, for example, my life. I've been going through this little rut, and I didn't know how to get out of it. The other night, I dreamed about my dog pooping on the floor of some random kindergarten room. And this old guy told me that the turd was mine, and that I should hand it to him... So I did. Only after waking up, I realized that I had come up with a solution to my problems. Hand my crap to God. (sorry for the sermon guys).
You can ask anyone who knows me, my innermost and deepest thoughts come from my dreams, as well as my most bizarre ones. And another way that sleep is like a circus to me is that I've been known to move in my sleep.... Not just tossing and turning, I mean full fledged jumping around, turning upside down and even stretching. I woke up one time using my calf as a pillow; please spare me the "guys shouldn't be able to do that!" discourse. I know I shouldn't be able to, but I can. And I will take a toast of cheerwine to that. *gulp*
Not only do I move and stuff, I always wake up delirious. I've convinced myself on many occasions that my alarm was a Russian spy trying to kill me for government secrets. Laugh if you want, but this is seriously what happens. Now, you must be asking yourself why I'm rambling on about my intradormatory and post-dormatory (I may or may not have made those words up) habits. Well, I'll explain my favorite story of what someone has done in their sleep.
Since I don't quite recollect my own dormatory escapades, I'll share one that happened my sophomore year. I had a friend staying over because he had work on campus and lives about half an hour away. Well, while I was dreaming about being on a roller coaster, my friend must've been dreaming that he was a monkey or something. He somehow got the sleepy gumption to climb up into my roommate's lofted bed, and scream in his face. This woke my roommate up, and consequently me. Now, my friend was thinking, "Why the **** is there someone in my bed?!?!?!" when it was, in fact, not his bed. My roommate... well God only knows what went through his mind. I thought that I was on a roller coaster, of course, until I came to a bit more. When I realized that I wasn't on a roller coaster, my joy turned to dread... I mean, the bed was shaking, it was dark, people were screaming, and I didn't know what was going on...
So yeah, that's my favorite sleep escapade story.
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