It could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare.

I am a sleep walker. Sleep talker. Sleep do things. Kind of a sleep creeper. Growing up, many times I would sleep walk into my sister’s room and just stare at her in typical horror film fashion. Other times I would wander into her room, turn the light on, and start talking to her. I have thrown all my blankets in the bathtub and then woke up cold wondering where my blankets were. These phenomenons continued through my adult life. When I was first married, I woke up folding the laundry. We had an ax in our bedroom when we lived in Kenosha for protection. Ya, he took that out of our bedroom pretty quickly once he learned of my habits. Through the years he has learned how to deal with me when these situations come up. At first he was confused, and thought I was actually talking to him so he would ask me questions back. But, then he quickly figured out that I was just sleep talking. In the past year, I have started turning on the lights which also does not phase him anymore. He has gotten pretty immuned to the odd things that I am doing during the night. Until recently. One night, about a year ago, I was sleep talking. I kept asking Brock “Where’s the other dog?” He thought I was awake, so he said, “Trooper? Bean? Shadow?” No, I was looking for “the other dog.” So this is kind of crazy, but for some reason I remember the things that I am doing (not always what I am saying), so I do remember this conversation. We laughed about it the next day. However, this was not just a one time thing. This became frequent where I would “look for the other dog.” We started joking that this was my subconscious wanting another dog. Well, that is not where it ended. In fact, one night I thought I “saw” this dog from across the room. All I remember is that it was black (maybe like a German Shepard mix). So in the past few months we have been trying to piece together this mysterious 4th dog that my brain just won’t let go. Just a couple nights ago, I was sleep talking again. I was asking Brock, “Where’s Checkers?” The next morning after this happened Brock told me that I was looking for Checkers. I looked at him and said, “Who’s Checkers?” We both erupted into laughter.

And for now,

Xoxo