I tend to do weird things in my sleep -some people sleep walk, some sleep talk -others simply sleep. Me? I don’t even know what I’d call it -the closest I can come to explaining it is “Sleep interacting.” Basically, I will have a dream -and at some point in that dream, I will wake up and start to interact with it. Anything from thinking there are people/spiders/aliens in my room -to strangling my alarm to kicking over the heater because I thought the little red light was an alarm for a bomb.
Earlier today I was on my way home, driving the all-to-familiar stretch of road, when something unusual flew out across the road.
While birds and flying things aren’t unusual -this object had a big, round head -and it didn’t look like an eagle. I quickly whipped to the side of the road and stared.
“Is that an owl?” I asked to no one in particular.
This last week has seen me traveling 20 miles (one way) each day. Our road is 30 miles long -which pretty much means I have been traveling from one end of the island to the other, at least twice a day. Between working on one side of the island and living on the other -plus various house/dog sitting jobs everywhere in between -I have been putting in a lot of miles.
“RUN! HIDE! GO GO GO!!!!” Yelled another.
I ran about flapping my arms and yelling nonsense in the most helpful manner, when someone opened the door and a silence fell over us all.
……what would he do? Was he going to throw us all to the curb? Would he fine us? Make us buy two rooms?
Tangled Thoughts 