I've always been a deep sleeper. Really. My sister, who shares a room with me, is living testament to the fact that it really takes a lot for me to wake up once I start dozing off. I even think I'm narcoleptic because I find it so easy to sleep under any circumstance--at any place, and almost at any given time. And the way I sleep is always the same; still, peaceful, as if I wouldn't want to wake up, whatever the dream I'm having is.
Countless times, I've mistaken something I've dreamt for something that actually happened, and same goes for the opposite--there are numerous events that really happened to me, which I sometimes recall as just dreams. Most probably because I can hardly distinguish them, the things that happen in my dreams and in real life, because like I said, I sleep very very deeply, that it has happened twice, that my dream had felt so incredibly real, I almost believed it to be true--that I was already awake. But then, I woke up, and only then did I know that I was only dreaming and was asleep still.
Sometimes it scares me. To not be able to distinguish when I'm awake and when I'm just dreaming, you have to admit it's kind of creepy, right? Especially when the things that happen in your dream don't go your way. And that happens very often. Although of course, it would suck more if the things that happened in real life were the ones that didn't go your way. Anyway, nothing scares me more than this other fact, that there are times wherein I do or say something while I'm asleep, that I don't remember when I finally wake up.
Sleep-talking and sleepwalking, I mean.
Okay, I've always known myself to talk in my sleep. Most of the time, the things I say don't make sense, although there are times in which I can say complete sentences, and, as my sister once told me, I was even coherent enough to have a conversation with, except that, my coherent sentences wasn't relevant to anything. To give you a specific example, my sister told me that once, I suddenly sat up in bed and told her, "Ang dumi dito (It's dirty here)," and she, thinking I was awake, asked, "Saan? (Where?)" and I replied, "Sa castle ng emperor." Of course it wasn't relevant to anything and so she looked at me more closely after I said it, and then she saw that my eyes were still closed and so she figured I was dreaming.
Later I woke up and she told me about it. I wondered like hell what in the world it was I had been dreaming about to have suddenly talked of unclean castles and emperors, but what really struck me was that, I had been asleep the whole time, and yet I was able to answer her question. Creepy. But not nearly as creepy as what had just happened last night, or should I say yesterday afternoon, as I didn't sleep until 6:00AM and didn't get out of bed until 6:30PM, which makes my body clock so much more incredibly messed up than it already is.
Anyway, what happened was this. I woke up at around 4:30PM clutching a pen on my left hand. Since I was still a bit sleepy, I didn't think anything of it and just put it underneath my pillow. And then I went back to sleep. At 6:30PM and I was woken up and told that we were going to Church, so I finally got out of bed. When we got back from the mass and after buying a few groceries, I went into my room and saw my notebook/diary on my desk. It's not where I usually leave it. Most of the time, because I write on it before I go to sleep, I just put it underneath my pillow, along with my pen. Meaning, the notebook and my pen are almost inseperable wherever I leave them before I go to sleep. But when I first woke up that day, I had the pen in my hand.
I'd thought that since the pen was underneath my pillow (like it usually is), my hand just probably wandered to it while I was asleep and that's how it ended up in my clutches. But then, if my notebook had been on my desk the entire time, instead of under my pillow, then my pen should've been on my desk as well. Although, had it been on my desk all that time, then I would've needed to get up in order to get to it, before I could wake up with it in my hand. But I don't remember getting up before 4:30PM at all, which means that I must've done it while I was still asleep, that's why I don't remember it.
My brother suggested that maybe I'd also written something while I was asleep, if I were dazed enough to have taken my pen without realizing it. And so I checked my notebook and all the other stuff on my desk that I could've written on. I didn't find anything new, luckily. Although, wouldn't it be cool if I did? And it was in a different language? Or, it seemed like just a sequence of letters that didn't make any sense? Cool, right? Although it would also be kinda creepy.
Either way, I think sleepwalking is highly dangerous. I mean, what if I'd gotten the pair of scissors on my desk instead? Or who knows what else if I could go farther from the desk in my room and maybe to the kitchen or the garage... How weird can things in this world get, when even in a person's sleep, where one's supposed to get the most rest, he/she can still cause things that can make everything in real life more complicated?
I'm suddenly reminded of that old joke I always used to hear when I was a kid, told about people we really hated: "Mabait naman 'yan 'eh, 'pag tulog (He's really a nice person, but only when he's asleep.)."
I used to laugh whenever I heard that. Until now there are times that I still do, although, when I think about it, that wouldn't really be very accurate if it was said about someone like me, who can still walk and talk, even while I'm sleeping.
