Sleep Walking

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I used to sleep talk and sleepwalk a lot. I still do. Once I woke Mom up to tell her John was driving real tractors and trucks in the basement without a licence. Another time I came to tell Mom something very important, but as soon as she was up I forgot what it was, but I knew I had to tell her. I was very frustrated because when I sleepwalk I can’t say a complete sentence, and I knew it sounded like I was asleep but I thought I wasn’t. Another time I woke up to find Dad carrying me to bed, but I could not figure out how I had gotten upstairs in the first place.

 

Some examples of talking in my sleep are the time I was dreaming that I was on top of a pole, standing horizontily on it by my nose! A bad man was about to set fire to the pole and I was yelling “No! No! NO!” When Mom came downstairs to see what was the matter, she touched me. I turned over and was quiet, as if I suddenly realized how silly I was being. Just yesterday I woke up in the morning and woke up Maria and told that we needed to pray. When she was confused that the only reason I could give was that Mom had said we needed to pray at eight o’ clock, I turned over saying, “Never mind!” What I had really meant was that Mom had said we should wake up at eight o’ clock.

 

When I sleepwalk, I usually can’t remember what happened or I can remember only part of it. Mom and
Dad tell me about it. They say that if they wake me up, I will cry.

 

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