Sleepyhead
I slept until just past noon today, which I never do. I usually can’t sleep past ten even if I want to. Had I not been woken up today though, I probably could have slept even longer. How was I woken up you ask? Brad punched me in the stomach. Well sort of. It was more like a quick tap or a rapid grasp. A tickle even. But very startling nonetheless. I woke up and said something like, What the hell dude! Apparently he was dreaming that he was catching a football. He’s not usually spastic like that in his sleep, so it was strange.
There have been a couple times that I was having dreams in which I was dying or being hurt—once I was drowning in a fast swirling whirlpool pond, another time I was being continually attacked with a taser—and Brad, in real life, said I was breathing really strange and he woke me up. Thank god! Don’t they say that you can never die in your dreams because then you’d die in real life? Or something? I don’t know, but both times I was so glad Brad woke me up because that shit’s scary! And even though it forced me awake prematurely, I hope he caught that football last night. Wait, this morning. Wait, technically it was this afternoon.
Man no wonder I’m not very tired tonight. This is gonna screw me up all week. I must have needed it though because, like I said, I can never sleep that late. Kinda wish I could do it every day.
November 26th, 2007 at 12:38 am
I would have liked to sleep in until noon today, but our condo neighbors had someone running around on the roof at 8:30.
I think my afternoon nap will mess me up tonight. Ugh, not fun.
November 26th, 2007 at 9:02 am
Oh sleeeeppp…how I miss thee! Actually, I slept in most days over the break but how I love to sleep. Sleep sleep sleep. If I could sleep for twelve hours every time I went to sleep and then stay up for 36 hours, I’d be in heaven. Who defined the 24 hour day anyway?
I thought that sleeping in everyday and getting my rest would make it easier to get up Monday morning. How wrong I was!
November 26th, 2007 at 4:46 pm
Wow! That’s intense. My husband talks in his sleep but he never says anything of interest. Its more like mumbling… although one night he shook me awake and declared that we HAD TO GET THE RED SHIRTS! and then passed back out. When I asked him about it later, because I was TOTALLY freaking out (red shirts?! oh no!), he had no idea what I was talking about.