Scaring the Natives.
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sechan19Apparently, my new favorite pastime is alarming people in my surrounding vicinity.
The first instance occurred a few nights ago, and I have no recollection whatsoever of the event in question. According to my friend, S., who is the roommate of my best friend R. (with whom I am staying during my vacation in CA), he was up getting something in the middle of the night when I suddenly joined him in the kitchen, began babbling at him in Japanese, and then turned on my heel and went back to bed. This sequence of events evidently alarmed him not a little bit, and he questioned me about it the next morning - which is when I found out about it.
[shrug]
Sleepwalking into a kitchen is better than sleepwalking out the front door in the ghetto. Still, I haven't sleepwalked in ten years or more (that I am aware of) so this sudden and, therefore, unexpected resurgence is somewhat disturbing. Hopefully, it's just the jet lag.
Cut forward to last night when, after an inundation of children at Grandma's on the 4th of July, my cousins and I detoxed with a number of stiff Manhattans while we watched Hitchcock's early masterpiece The Lady Vanishes (which was both delightful and brilliant, and is highly recommended for viewing - drunk or sober). I became rather tipsy (to give a charitable description) and, finding myself restless after every one had gone to sleep, went out on the porch with my headphones and a blanket to relax a bit before bed. Well, I relaxed myself right to sleep on the porch rocker, and woke up sometime after dawn to come back inside and continue my sleeping.
Well, I guess sometime during the night my cousin J. woke up and saw that I was not in the house. (He had heard me going out the front door earlier.) This worried him and, filled with visions of me torn to pieces by a mountain lion or passed out in the woods on a secluded path, he found a large baseball bat and prepared to hunt for me outside. This turned out to be unnecessary, as two steps out the door revealed me sound asleep on the porch rocker. So back in he went, to tell me the riveting (and hilarious) tale the next morning.
As a sidebar to this story, it's worth noting that towards the end of the evening I began speaking to everyone in Japanese. They all professed being very happy to find me talking English again in the morning. I think that I need to make a list of words and phrases that I am likely to use (especially while sleeping or drinking) so that folks in my radius will know what I mean when I stare at them blankly and demand, Nani shiteru no? or utilize any other such confusing verbiage.
The first instance occurred a few nights ago, and I have no recollection whatsoever of the event in question. According to my friend, S., who is the roommate of my best friend R. (with whom I am staying during my vacation in CA), he was up getting something in the middle of the night when I suddenly joined him in the kitchen, began babbling at him in Japanese, and then turned on my heel and went back to bed. This sequence of events evidently alarmed him not a little bit, and he questioned me about it the next morning - which is when I found out about it.
[shrug]
Sleepwalking into a kitchen is better than sleepwalking out the front door in the ghetto. Still, I haven't sleepwalked in ten years or more (that I am aware of) so this sudden and, therefore, unexpected resurgence is somewhat disturbing. Hopefully, it's just the jet lag.
Cut forward to last night when, after an inundation of children at Grandma's on the 4th of July, my cousins and I detoxed with a number of stiff Manhattans while we watched Hitchcock's early masterpiece The Lady Vanishes (which was both delightful and brilliant, and is highly recommended for viewing - drunk or sober). I became rather tipsy (to give a charitable description) and, finding myself restless after every one had gone to sleep, went out on the porch with my headphones and a blanket to relax a bit before bed. Well, I relaxed myself right to sleep on the porch rocker, and woke up sometime after dawn to come back inside and continue my sleeping.
Well, I guess sometime during the night my cousin J. woke up and saw that I was not in the house. (He had heard me going out the front door earlier.) This worried him and, filled with visions of me torn to pieces by a mountain lion or passed out in the woods on a secluded path, he found a large baseball bat and prepared to hunt for me outside. This turned out to be unnecessary, as two steps out the door revealed me sound asleep on the porch rocker. So back in he went, to tell me the riveting (and hilarious) tale the next morning.
As a sidebar to this story, it's worth noting that towards the end of the evening I began speaking to everyone in Japanese. They all professed being very happy to find me talking English again in the morning. I think that I need to make a list of words and phrases that I am likely to use (especially while sleeping or drinking) so that folks in my radius will know what I mean when I stare at them blankly and demand, Nani shiteru no? or utilize any other such confusing verbiage.
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Re: we got people here...
Date: 2007-07-10 08:21 pm (UTC)My mother sleeped walked her whole life up until about a year ago (I think she still does it sometimes, but its actually a rare occasion now.) So, I had no clue that sleepwalking was something out of the ordinary, until my mother was talking about overcoming her sleeping issues and she explained exactly how rare it is to find someone who sleep walks really regularly.
She also used to talk in her sleep and say really weird things, like to let the cat out when they didn't have a cat or not to fall off the island. And yet "crying out for yogurt" is still pretty damn funny.