I bet the title of this post made you think WTF? It’s fitting, as my sleep walking and talking lately has also made me think WTF?
Two nights ago, I passed out on the couch while Isaac and I were watching The Daily Show. Not sure how I could fall asleep while one of the men on my Celebrity List ranted, raved, and laughed in the most perfect way ever, but it happened.
When Isaac shut the TV off and said it was time to go upstairs, I immediately sat up and had the genius idea in my sleeping state to pretend that I was a Kit Cat Clock. Do you remember those?
I started shifting my eyes from left to right while smiling really big, and then giggling because I was convinced that I probably looked exactly like the clock. Isaac was going to be super impressed with me. I kept doing the creepy smile/eye shifty thing even after Isaac put me in bed, giggling uncontrollably to myself every few seconds. My own laughing at my cat clock impersonation woke me up, actually.
I remember sitting on my bed and being jolted awake mid-laugh, and feeling slightly embarrassed when I realized what I had been doing for the past several minutes. I’m no doctor, but I feel like this is exactly what crazy people do. Like someone who needs to be committed. I could just sit in a padded room doing cat clock impressions and cracking myself up all day! At least for now I have the excuse that it is my sleeping brain that is doing these crazy things, it hasn’t bled over into my conscious mind yet.
Last night there were no cat clock impressions, just several wardrobe changes. I woke up four different times in my closet and was either standing there without a shirt on or was in the process of ripping off my current shirt and putting on a new one. I went through four t-shirts in the span of a few hours. It was funny the first two times I woke up in my closet, but when I woke up a fourth time mid-change, I yelled “are you kidding me?!?!?!” at my dresser and begged my brain to let me stay in bed, keep my shirt on, and stop wadding up all my clean t-shirts and throwing them on the floor.
It must have worked because when I woke up this morning I looked down and was not only wearing a shirt, but was wearing a gray t-shirt, the last one I had changed into. Success!