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Sometimes, I write in my sleep. No, I don’t mean that I get out of bed and sleepwalk to a pen and paper. I mean sometimes when I’m writing the next day to-do list, I’m exhausted and groggy and sitting so still puts me to sleep. But instead of just dropping the pen when I doze off, I continue to write. But what I write has nothing to do with my to-do list or tasks. I continue writing in the same script I was using, nothing sloppier or neater, but exactly the same. I’ll come to a couple of times and try to keep my eyes open and finish the list, not seeing what I wrote in my sleep, but I can’t fight sleep off and so I doze off again and continue writing in my sleep. This could go on for hours before I come to, jerk awake, and finally decide to give up and go crawl into bed, my neck hurting because I had been sleeping sitting up in my chair for 2 hours or more. It’s not until the next day when I wake up and check my to-do list that I realize I had been writing in my sleep. The final product will look something like this:
Vacuum
Take out all trash
Lesson plan, prep, school
Take tests
Check work email.....Recently he’s become more legitimate....
Meal plan, dinner
Give vitamins during the day
Consolidate purchase lists.....In the wilderness the wolves of the wildflowers dance....
Check mail, open, sort, track packages
Go to post office
Swimming lessons
Pack to go to clinic today...The whale contains the heart jewel...
This is actually precisely what I woke up to this morning when I checked my to-do list. The handwriting was exactly the same as what I wrote while awake, the only difference being that I usually stray off the lines because, yanno, my eyes are closed when I do this. It’s strange and unnerving sometimes, and I usually can only vaguely recall the dream I was having that prompted these sentences. Sometimes I can’t remember them at all and have no idea what I was writing about. I erase it or wite it out. Sometimes it happens when I’m writing in my physical journal late at night when I’m really tired, and sometimes it’s when I’m writing out my to-do list for tomorrow. The stranger thing is that every single time I’ve written while sleeping, the sentences I write are wistful with a tinge of sadness. Never violent or angry. Just wistful and a little sad.
The other strange thing is that I also do this while typing on a keyboard if I doze off while typing. I’ll wake up and there will be several lines of this strange text on my monitor that has nothing to do with anything.
As a matter of fact, I’m going to stop typing now because my eyelids are getting heavy just sitting here. Apparently I shouldn’t ever fall asleep with a pen or keyboard in front of me.
Vacuum
Take out all trash
Lesson plan, prep, school
Take tests
Check work email.....Recently he’s become more legitimate....
Meal plan, dinner
Give vitamins during the day
Consolidate purchase lists.....In the wilderness the wolves of the wildflowers dance....
Check mail, open, sort, track packages
Go to post office
Swimming lessons
Pack to go to clinic today...The whale contains the heart jewel...
This is actually precisely what I woke up to this morning when I checked my to-do list. The handwriting was exactly the same as what I wrote while awake, the only difference being that I usually stray off the lines because, yanno, my eyes are closed when I do this. It’s strange and unnerving sometimes, and I usually can only vaguely recall the dream I was having that prompted these sentences. Sometimes I can’t remember them at all and have no idea what I was writing about. I erase it or wite it out. Sometimes it happens when I’m writing in my physical journal late at night when I’m really tired, and sometimes it’s when I’m writing out my to-do list for tomorrow. The stranger thing is that every single time I’ve written while sleeping, the sentences I write are wistful with a tinge of sadness. Never violent or angry. Just wistful and a little sad.
The other strange thing is that I also do this while typing on a keyboard if I doze off while typing. I’ll wake up and there will be several lines of this strange text on my monitor that has nothing to do with anything.
As a matter of fact, I’m going to stop typing now because my eyelids are getting heavy just sitting here. Apparently I shouldn’t ever fall asleep with a pen or keyboard in front of me.