sleeping with me- part dos.

if you missed my post about sleeping with me, you may want to start HERE! before going any further. i promise you don't wanna miss out on those haaa-larious sleep walking/talking stories from over the years.
i figured i would go ahead and share a little more since after i mentioned my sleep walking adventure from the other night in a post.... i got a few responses from readers saying that they, too, sleep walk/talk.

it's something i have always done, and probably always will.
at one point i thought i had scared myself into stopping after i ran into my door and woke up with a bloody nose. but obviously not.
can't keep a real sleep walker down these days.

it's really starting to get to me though... especially since i live alone and there's nobody there to direct me back to bed... keep me from wandering down the road... hopping in the car and driving somewhere... or calling a friend in the middle of the night and leaving a 20 minute conversation (with myself) on their voicemail because i was dreaming... yes, that has happened.

talking in my sleep i am aware happens on a nightly basis, and i will probably never stop that. i wake myself up laughing, crying, and talking all of the time. friends constantly fill me in the next morning on crazy things i say to them.  
crazy things such as pancakes and dog hair and christmas in june and running and dates and who really knows what else.

i thought i was completely over the sleep walking there for a while, until my subconscious changed the toilet paper roll for me a few months ago.
that subconscious, she's such a special girl.
always lookin' out.
i've definitely woken up quite a few times here recently with a water bottle in the bed with me... because i was so thirsty??
and more times than not i will wake up in something completelyyyy different than what i fall asleep in.... or in nothing at all. those are always special times. and yes- i'm alone when this happens. i know what you were thinking.
and apparently i felt like writing a legit letter one night because i woke up with a pen and pad of paper in the bed with scribbles everywhere.
seriously though, what in the hell?

these little mis-haps aren't exactly something to alert the police about... but they could mean i'm getting back into the sleep walking routine and it's going to happen more frequently, and more openly.

if i consciously put locks up high, or put a chair under the door to keep me in... i'm obviously, subconsciously, just going to undo whatever it is i've done.
webmd just tells me it's either caused by genetics, in which i'm an identical twin and didn't know it... i have sleep apnea and i stop breathing in my sleep, a fever, i'm drunk, nighttime seizures or asthma, or i have an irregular heart beat.
so yeah, i feel really good about this.

oh and i need this dog... i feel like we have a lot in common.