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peak:

Took a step toward more financial freedom by moving from no perks bank to new, cooler, friendlier bank.


valley:

Sleep schedule is FUBAR and I start summer school Monday.


noise:

The hum of the a/c and my ceiling fan.


sustenance:

Spaghetti for dinner. Ice cream for a treat.


thoughts:

Starting summer school next week... Class from 8-12 every day. :-(


sorta 365:

July 6: Putting my sad self on a hanger and pulling my happy self out of the closet.


friday, july 7th

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Quote Du Jour:
"We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake."(Erich Fromm, The Forgotten Language)


My Little Brother was asleep on the couch in the den when I got home tonight*. Although he usually, chooses the sofa in our living room for sleep, everything else in our house seemed normal -- two people asleep and almost every light in the house on. What can I say? My brother is good at turning things on... he just doesn't seem to like to turn stuff off.

As I walked past the couch, he opened his eyes and extended his hand to shake mind. I reach out and accepted his hand. "Congratulations for being the winner of the fiftieth," he said before his speech became unintelligible. Obviously, he was talking in his sleep. I tried to continue the conversation by asking, "what did I win" twice. The first time, I couldn't understand his answer. The second time, he said, "probably not jack" and rolled over back to sleep. I left him alone.

My brother has always been interesting while sleeping. In his 18 years, he's probably walked miles while sleeping. He's notorious for going to sleep in his bedroom and sleepwalking in the middle of the night into the living room to continue his slumber on the couch. I've had guests over late at night and my brother would sleepwalk into the room wearing nothing but underwear. For fun... and because I can be an evil big brother, I would always ask him silly questions. Sometimes, I was lucky and would get silly answers. Other times, my inquisitiveness was greeted with a mumble and his return to bed.

I guess that his sleepwalking is harmless. Of course, it wasn't always that way. When he was fairly young, I'd hear him go walk into the bathroom in the middle of the night totally asleep. Not to provide too much information, but the sound of water splashing was a good sign. A sleepwalking seven-year-old doesn't always hit his target. Of course, there was one time when he not only missed the target, but picked the wrong room, too. But that story is probably best told somewhere other than here.

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I mention all of this for two reasons. First, of course, is because of the interesting congratulations offered to me by my Little Brother. The second is because of an interesting call I went on Thursday night.

The fire department was dispatched to a one vehicle accident. We were cancelled moments after the dispatch when the police officers on the scene were able to open the vehicle's door. I continued on to the scene for curiosity's sake.

It seems that a sports utility vehicle cross the yellow line and two lanes of road (there was little traffic, thank goodness). She jumped the curb, drove down the sidewalk, hit a tree and finally swerved and came to a stop in someone's yard. When the lady stepped out of her vehicle, she appeared to only be wearing a pajama top without any pants. She told officers that she was on her way home.

After the accident she seemed disoriented. By looking at the scene, I could tell she had been that way before the accident, too. While the description of the driver should raise an eyebrow, what bothered me was that there were no skid marks. She didn't hit her breaks while driving the wrong way down the street... or when she jumped the sidewalk... or as she approached the tree. It didn't dawn on her to stop the car until after she hit a tree.

Was this gal drunk? Are we talking some sort of brain tumor that made her confused? Well, those were my initial picks. However, more than one person has since suggested the lady was sleepwalking -- or sleep driving as the case may be.

Hmmm... Interesting angle. I hadn't thought of that. perhaps because I don't sleepwalk much and because I've never seen Little Brother go for his keys while walking around the house in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately, I can only pose questions in this space because, Regis, I don't have a final answer. I believe a blood alcohol test was in order for the driver, but I haven't heard any results. I don't know if she was drunk, nuts or sleeping... or some scary combination of the three.

I'll report more when I know more. Until then, remember to watch out for drivers in their pajamas.


* Yeah, I say tonight... but its not really. It's already Saturday morning early, but I haven't been to bed yet, so I consider it to still be Friday night. I don't even know why I'm writing this except that I have a few friends who believe the night ends and the next morning begins at midnight.

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