Update: I got a new phone! Yay!

It's not as old as my other phone. It has a pull out keyboard, but I can text the exact same way as my old phone if I want to. So we shall see if any sleeptexting happens.

Here's what my new phone looks like. It's gonna take some getting used to. Who knows if my subconscious will ever get used to it enough.

We shall see!

Dreams: Tree Crimes, and China.

No Tsunami dreams last night. That's a good sign. I think my subconscious is starting to move on from how horrified I am by the idea of a Tsunami. Maybe I'll start having more interesting dreams again soon.

Last night, however was full of category 1's. Here are a couple examples of last night's variety:

. I dreamed that my school had built itself around a big beautiful tree. The tree's roots were under the school's foundation, the trunk went through the lobby, and the branches were above the roof. The ceiling was cut to fit perfectly around the trunk, without water coming in. This tree was my conservatory's pride and joy.
Then one day I heard on my way to class that my friend Anjin had been arrested. I didn't believe it at first. Then I walked into the lobby and saw that the beloved tree had been cut down. It had caused a lot of damage to the building.
Later that day I was called out of class by the dean of the school. I walked into a conference room where sat the deans, the school board, and all my professors. One of my professors explained to me that Anjin had been arrested for chopping down the tree. I had to give an impromptu speech to provide character evidence for Anjin.
I woke up, knowing I was not persuading them.

. I dreamed that President Obama went on a diplomatic trip to China. Speculation as to the purpose behind the unexpected visit was all over the news. Then it was announced that Obama had given China an ultimatum about something. A flood of protests and praise about our foreign policy pervaded every political program. The newspapers talked about the risks in giving China such a decision to make. It wasn't until later that I found out the details of his ultimatum. He had demanded that China give the US all its honey sticks.
Honey sticks, as in the food item. This kind.
If China refused to part with their honey sticks, or withheld any number of them, the US would put an embargo in place against any Chinese made product.

O_o
... Maybe I was craving them in my sleep. I do rather like honey sticks. I'm not sure how China fits into that, though.

Sad News!

Not only am I still having nothing but stupid category 1 dreams, and Tsunami dreams, but then this had to happen!

My phone broke!

I'll get a new one tomorrow, but I wonder if that will be the end of sleeptexting? I have no way of knowing, so I guess we'll to find out.
I had my other phone for 8 years. That's right. 8.
No wonder my fingers could find my way around its settings in the dark, unconscious.
It was one of these. Hey, don't make fun of my phone. >_< I liked it. Would your fancy phone have lasted for 8 years?

I can't afford anything fancy, so I'll probably get a good-condition older model.
I hope it's not the end of the sleeptexting era. As much as I'm afraid I'll eventually text something irrevocably embarrassing one day, sleeptexting has so far been vastly entertaining and only mildly embarrassing.

Since Friday, I've had nothing but long, horrible dreams about Tsunamis. I wont be posting them here out of respect for Japan.
I'll post again when these Tsunami dreams go away.

Sleep Text: An Old Friend

I woke up with that heavy feeling that means I did not sleep very deeply. It usually means I had been sleepwalking. I don't think I got up from my bed -at least, nothing is out of place. But sure enough, I was sleeptexting with my best friend in California, Alisha.
It's been about a month since I last sleeptexted. I thought maybe I was done with it for a while. Apparently not.

Me: Excuse me! Excuse me! Oh, forgive me, but you seem to have dropped your handkerchief.

Alisha: Why, thank you kindly. So few good Samaritans about these days.

Me: That is so true. You seem very familiar. Have we met before?

Alisha: I'm not certain, but I am much obliged. Are you to be boarding the train?

Me: Wait. Did you attend the Academy for Young Sorceresses of Promising Talent?* What is your name?

Alisha: Why, yes I did! Not more than two span ago. Henley is my family name. I always went by Beezus at school. How do you do?

Me: It is you! I knew it! Two span? What is a span?** You always did have an odd sense of humor. I haven't seen you in years! Some days it seems like we were the only sane ones at that ridiculous academy.

Alisha: It's so lovely to see you too! That school was rather ridiculous at times. I'm actually working as a scribe at the moment. Are you living here?

Me: I have been offered a position as a See-er for the Rose Court in this city. I must admit it is a beautiful place. Perhaps our time at that glorified finishing school was not ill spent after all.

Alisha: Perhaps not indeed. It seems that you'll soon be putting our insufferable court manners class to good use! This city is so full of wonder for me still.




*Academy for Young Sorceresses of Promising Talent? I'm almost disappointed in my subconscious for coming up with such a stupid name for a school. But I suppose it fits, if it was supposed to be a ridiculous place.

** I had to think about this one. I realized that the book that both Alisha and I are reading right now uses 'span' to mean one week. But that's not a real usage of the word. (The dictionary says you can use it to mean time, but it is much more general. Example: "Our span on this earth is short.") It's weird that, because I'm reading the book too, my conscious mind knows exactly what she meant by the term. But for some reason my subconscious would not accept it in this story.

I don't really remember the context of the dream. I vaguely have a sense of running into an old friend, and being delighted. I think she and I used to cause a bit of mild trouble at the academy out of boredom.
I also think it's interesting how many details I allowed Alisha to make up. Usually if someone tries to add details, they don't fit the story, and I end up calling them a fool. She mentioned a train, made up a name for herself (Beezus. that made me laugh.) , and an occupation as a scribe. The only detail I didn't accept was the "two span," since apparently it had been years since we had been at school.

Sleep Cartoon!

My friend drew a picture of me! His name is Kane Lynch, and he's a cartoonist and graphic novelist in California. You can see his work here: http://kanelynch.com/



These are some of the things I said in the About Me section of this blog. Put in speech bubble form like this, it makes me look rather insane.
But I like it. ^_^ Thanks, Kane.

Sleepwalking: Smack!

I had forgotten about this. I remembered last night when my roommate and I were talking about my sleepwalking habits.

A couple years ago, I had a particular sleepwalking habit. I usually sleep on my back. I got into the habit of putting my right arm straight up in the air. I would hold it there for a long while, sleeping normally but with my arm up, as if I had a question. Then, suddenly I would relax my arm all at once. It would fall and my hand would hit me in the face.
The first few times this happened, I woke up startled. "Who slapped me??" were my first thoughts.

I started to catch on after this happened several nights in a row. My arm was always cold, and numb as if all the blood had drained out of it. One night my arm fell in such a way that my hand stayed on my face. Only after that did I know for sure that it was me, basically slapping myself in the face.

An old boyfriend once saw me do it. He lay awake, watching in astonishment as my hand balanced straight up in the air, then eventually fell. I woke up and asked him sleepily why he had slapped me.
He was indignant and amused of course. He said my arm was up for a good 6 minutes before it fell.

I'm glad that particular habit is no more. It's not fun to be smacked awake every night by your own hand.

Sleeptalking: No, thank you!

Last night I woke up suddenly at about 4am. I was standing in the middle of my room. I had just yelled:

"For the last time, I will NOT buy a divining rod!"

I woke up in the middle of this sentence. I almost fell over, which sometimes happens when I wake up standing. I remember nothing of the context. I think I remember this sentence only because I became conscious in the middle of it, but I have a feeling I had said a lot more.

I hope it's not true.

Here's something that happened in my waking life.

Two days ago, two friends and I were sitting at a table in a Thai restaurant. Suddenly a homeless man comes in the door, looks directly at me, and yells:
"The people you see in your dreams, can see you too!"

Then he looked away and started screaming things about Jesus until the waiters escorted him out. The thing he screamed at me, and the thing he screamed about Jesus were in two different tones, as if they were unrelated topics.

I think my eyes widened and my face blanched. It freaked me out.
He could have looked at anyone in there. Someone with normal dreams! Someone who would just ignore him. But he had to look at me: crazy-dream-girl.