Apparently I was in some sleepwalking-like state, as the next morning I had no recollection of this at all.
I used to have night terrors when I was in grade school, where I would be up pacing, agitated, eyes wide open and loudly describing why I was so worked up (sounded like stuff out of really bad dreams when it was relayed back to me - stuff like melting people down to make bullets). Never once did I have a recollection of it afterwards. I think it only happened a half dozen times, but it freaked my parents right the hell out.
They want me to come in for a two hour meeting this week.
Oh, but that's promising, right?
I guess I'll have to come up with an "appointment" of some kind.
I'm going to offer my old standby suggestion: plague.
I guess I'll have to come up with an "appointment" of some kind.
Tell your bosses that you stumbled on a portal behind some filing cabinets in the basement you work in and ended up in John Malkovich's head for seven minutes before being dumped on the highway outside of Chicago.
Go plague! Choose plague!
Oh, but that's promising, right?
Apparently so!
This or call in sick.
I don't have any sick time left. I think I have enough vacation hours to take a half-day...
I think it only happened a half dozen times, but it freaked my parents right the hell out.
Me too! Except not so much with the terror. Apparently when I was little I would sleepwalk and saying things designed to freak my parents out, like, "I want my mommy...no, my REAL mommy!" Oops. Sorry, mom!
I sleptwalk a bit when I was a kid and into my teens, but nothing terror-ific. Usually, it was just me wandering around until I was redirected to my bed by whoever found me.
Once, my sister was having a friend over for a sleepover so they took over Mom's bedroom (she was out for a conference), and Sis was surprised when I strolled into the room at 2:00 am (while she and her friend were chatting) and I asked for Mom. She reminded me that Mom wasn't home, and I just said, "Oh, yeah..." and went back to bed. She asked me about it the next morning, and I had no clue why I was looking for Mom.
As for talking in my sleep, well, I still do that.
Just want to thank KristinT, Frankenbuddha, Kathy A, tommyrot, Daisy Jane, Juliana, Sophia Brooks and megan walker for their birthday wishes...
Allyson, that's so cool! Your sales will jump.
I was only spanked once. It was more humiliating than painful. My grandma goaded my mom into doing it. I had disappeared myself, went to a friend's house without telling anyone. I was 6 or 7. I hadn't known it was wrong and I would've never done it again anyway. I was so righteously indignant afterwards that my mother apologized and no one ever hit me again. The guilt thing worked until I was about 15, then I figured out it was just manipulation.
My sister and I both talk in our sleep. Apparently, it's hilarious.
