Last night I headed to bed at 10:30. I was stoked about my decision because, as of late, I have been getting about seven hours of sleep during the week. It turns out eight and a half hours of sleep doesn't do the trick; I either need around seven or eight hours, but more than that requires at least nine. Needless to say, I was oddly dragging a little more than usual today.
Anyway, that's totally off the subject. Last night my poor, poor roommate lay in bed for over three hours because she couldn't fall asleep. I felt even worse because, let's face it, I get really into my sleep and maybe saw some logs for a few minutes. But just a couple--don't worry. Melissa said I didn't do that, but I did start talking in my sleep . . . and then started whispering sweet nothings. It was garbled, so it was literally 'nothings.' Since she hadn't fallen asleep by 1:30 (my designated chatter time), she busted up laughing and proclaimed, "Katy!"
I 'woke' up. "WHAT?"
"You were talking and then you started whispering," she told me.
"Oh, that's creepy," I replied, still sleeping.
"What's creepy?" she asked.
"That I started whispering."
She proceeded to keep talking to me, but sorry Charlie, I was out like a light.
I've been thinking about how I haven't been remembering my dreams lately, and this, of all things, makes me really sad. No need to fear, though. I had one last week that I can recall!
I dreamed that I sold my little car to a friend of mine, Alison. Alison is a little Asian who I went to high school with. Her ex-boyfriend is now an aerospace engineer, which basically translates into 'genius.' As a sidenote, Alison drives really close to the steering wheel. I dreamt that she had Brady move the steering wheel to the passenger side, and it was super low to the ground (even lower than now). I think I was actually really irritated in the dream because (a) Brady moved the steering wheel to the other side of the car--we're not in Europer! and (b) I sold the car (c) at a loss! But the funny part is that as I was driving to work the next morning (luckily it was just a dream and I still had Beyonce), I thought of the dream and, like a mad woman, started laughing hysterically--to myself.
I value my sleep and I don't know that a lot of people do. Get your sleep, people! It makes for more funny stories. :) Supposedly I laugh a lot in my sleep, too, and that's good for your health, right? Oh the endless number of benefits!
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Sweet dreams. :)
6 comments:
You betcha I clicked to hear Schindler's List. :) And did you mean to write Europer? I once woke myself up laughing...it was so weird. Waking up almost crying isn't as fun. One time I screamed DAD!!! at the top of my lungs and woke myself up and started laughing so hard that Matt thought I was crying.
Nice to see you back... after three months.
That's one thing I miss about sleeping in the same bed as you. Ahhh... every night was like a party! I loved that!
And I've totally done that before--- laughed out loud in the car to myself. That's the best! Love you
Why isn't the poll working? Is the time-cap over?
i miss being your roommate too! i love our sleep stories. a plus of living with dallin though is that he wakes up when i talk so he always has funny stories of what i say in my sleep.
1 i miss the sleep talking stories and 2 you love asians and 3 i miss you and 4 we should change that!! and finally 5 i laughed really hard when i read that story!
When I wake up sleep talking, Quin always asks me about what I was saying and, even though it doesn't make any since, I try to explain myself logically. He just keeps questioning me until I finally realize that I'm just making stuff up. It's really funny!
Quin, on the other hand, isn't so funny. He's punched me in his sleep before and made me get out of bed to escape a spider (I couldn't convince him that there were no spiders). He's also "called" people using his alarm clock, which is annoying because he's hard to wake up!
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