That awkward moment when you can’t tell dreams from memories.
I hate sleepwalking, because now I have a bunch of memories of being in random parts of the room last night, and I can’t tell if they’re actually memories or dreams. Maybe it’s because I sleepwalk so much, but I often find it hard to know whether or not things that happen at night are real or just my imagination. T:
My poor roommate, oh my god.
My suitemates just told me that I’ve been sleepwalking for the last two weeks. At exactly the same time every night, doing the same exactly thing.
Granted, that ‘same exact thing’ is just going out into the suite, getting a drink, using the bathroom, and talking to my suitemates. Apparently I’ve had several intense comic-book related conversations with the other resident geek in the suite.
Aaand I don’t remember any of it. o.O
On the one hand, I guess it’s a little cool. At least, that’s what the others said. But … it’s also scary as FUCK. I’ve sleepwalked my entire life, but usually only when I’m very stressed or in a new environment- and I’m not stressed any more than usual, and I’ve been living in my new room for a month.
Mostly this scares me because I didn’t know about it, and can’t control it. What if I go out into the suite without my shirt on or something? It’s not out of the question, considering the fact that my bra had magically disappeared from under my shirt last night (I know, I know, TMI. But imagine how freaked out I was) or that my hair, which I braid every night before bed, is often undone and tied in a different way in the morning.
All I know is, I’m officially freaked out now, and I don’t know what to do about this. I’m going to try to go to bed earlier, but …hrgh. I can’t lock myself in my room, and I don’t really want to go so far as to tie myself to my bed, so … ;_; Hrgggggggggh. This is freaky.