Dear Sleep Walking,


Sleep-walking is a phenomena that has played a major role in my life. Some neural psychologists call sleep walking a "disorder." Who are they to say that my adventures at night are a disorder?! Rather, I see them as getting the most out of my day. Sleep-walking for me is rather different compared to most other sleep-walkers...I am half conscious and upon exiting the adventure, I vividly remember everything that I did.

Here's a little background about my sleep-walking. The first time I realized that sleep-walking ran in my family was when I was about 10 years old. I shared a room with my brother. I was doomed to the top bunk and he joyfully enjoyed his bottom bunk. One night, at about 2 AM, I heard my brother get out of  his bed. I figured he was going to use the restroom. I heard him open the bathroom door, but rather than hearing the toilet flush, I heard the bathtub turn on. When that happened, I knew something peculiar was going on. I went into my parents bedroom to have them investigate with me. We went into the bathroom, and to our surprise, as well as my sleepwalking brothers surprise who woke upon seeing the light turn on, he was sitting in the bathtub as it filled up, WITH HIS CLOTHES ON! From that moment, I knew I might be next to be diagnosed with the sleep-walking "disorder".

Here is another personal story about sleep-walking. I was a freshman at BYU in Helaman Halls. I woke up in the middle of the night (by wake up I mean enter the sleep-walking world). I had to go to the bathroom. For some reason, I felt the need that I had to bring my blanket with me. So, I tugged my blanket off my bed and left my room and began walking down the hall. I went to the restroom in my sleep (number one to be clear), and I went back into the hallway and grabbed my blanket. Then, I couldn't find my room. Imagine being half asleep and trying to find your room. Its a difficult task. I began checking every door. All were locked. I didn't understand why the side of the hallway on which I was looking was different than the hallway that I remembered. After an extended period of time, I finally became full awake. I realized that the reason I couldn't find my door was because I was looking on the opposite side of the hall. I found my room and realized that I didn't have my key. With my shirt off, blanket in hand, I was imagining what my roommate would think once I knocked and he saw me. "Did you have a pleasant night, Adam?", I was thinking he would ask me. I counted to three, then pushed the door, hoping for a miracle that it would be unlocked. It was. I walked in and continued my sleep.

Instead of sharing all of my wonderful sleep-walking adventures all at once, I will share them on future blog posts. Here is what you have to look forward to; spiders coming down and building a web around me, lizards in my bed, smoke detector, roommate watching me kill an imaginary spider, getting lost in an apartment in Mexico, and many many more.


Elfena said...

Interesting post!Nice blog. What about following each other?

Susan said...

I remember experiencing the "terrifying" effects of someone sleep walking. I was sleeping over at a friends house and she accidentally tripped over me!

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