Oh my, this is a fun thread! Here are several I love remembering!
I sleepwalked as a child. One night I made it out of the house (in my nightgown and bare feet) and walked down our gravel road - yes, very thick, calloused feet from going barefoot ALL the time - out onto an asphalt main street. My family's friend was the chief of police for the closest city, and he was taking a rookie out for an "adjacent area check" when they saw me walking down the side of the road, sound asleep. Floyd picked me up, took me home to HIS house (didn't want to wake my mother or grandmother, both of whom had medical issues) and tucked me into bed with his wife, Jan. I went to school from their house that day.
When I was sick with the measles, with a very high fever, my grandmother came in to check on me, and I sat straight up in bed and pointed to the end of the bed, where there was a beautiful fairy castle (no, there wasn't) all made out of toilet paper tubes with glitter all over it, shining in a single beam of moonlight. I said, "You can just give me that castle and I'll be all better." I DO remember that incident vividly.
I answer the phone in my sleep and will carry on conversations quite readily. Years ago, when I worked the graveyard shift at the 9-1-1 Center, my boss learned this and would call me first for overtime, because he hoped I'd be asleep and answer the phone - I ALWAYS agreed to overtime. Then he'd call me again later, to remind me I'd committed to the time....
One of my college friends came over and we sat up all night talking. Until we fell asleep, still thinking we were carrying on our conversation. Suddenly, my friend said, very emphatically, "Monsters! Driving by slowly!!" That woke ME up, but not her. I am amused by this because I woke up hearing it, having woven it into something I'd been dreaming, so I have a mental image of Maurice Sendak type monsters, all jammed into a green VW bug... driving by... slowly.... checking me out.
I sleepwalked as a child. One night I made it out of the house (in my nightgown and bare feet) and walked down our gravel road - yes, very thick, calloused feet from going barefoot ALL the time - out onto an asphalt main street. My family's friend was the chief of police for the closest city, and he was taking a rookie out for an "adjacent area check" when they saw me walking down the side of the road, sound asleep. Floyd picked me up, took me home to HIS house (didn't want to wake my mother or grandmother, both of whom had medical issues) and tucked me into bed with his wife, Jan. I went to school from their house that day.
When I was sick with the measles, with a very high fever, my grandmother came in to check on me, and I sat straight up in bed and pointed to the end of the bed, where there was a beautiful fairy castle (no, there wasn't) all made out of toilet paper tubes with glitter all over it, shining in a single beam of moonlight. I said, "You can just give me that castle and I'll be all better." I DO remember that incident vividly.
I answer the phone in my sleep and will carry on conversations quite readily. Years ago, when I worked the graveyard shift at the 9-1-1 Center, my boss learned this and would call me first for overtime, because he hoped I'd be asleep and answer the phone - I ALWAYS agreed to overtime. Then he'd call me again later, to remind me I'd committed to the time....
One of my college friends came over and we sat up all night talking. Until we fell asleep, still thinking we were carrying on our conversation. Suddenly, my friend said, very emphatically, "Monsters! Driving by slowly!!" That woke ME up, but not her. I am amused by this because I woke up hearing it, having woven it into something I'd been dreaming, so I have a mental image of Maurice Sendak type monsters, all jammed into a green VW bug... driving by... slowly.... checking me out.
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