Sometimes, strange things happen in my sleep I think. I wake up with different clothes on. Sometimes I wake up with no clothes on if you could believe that. Often times, the sheets are off the bed. The pillowcases removed from their respective pillows. My exgirlfriend even used to wake me up to tell me that I was repeatedly slamming my face into my pillow. I’m not quite sure how to picture that, but that’s what she said.
I’ve even been known to do a little talking in my sleep and have woken up on the floor in the room adjacent to mine.
I decided that I wanted to know why this happens, how it happens, and when it happens. My mom told me when I was younger, I was a sleep walker. I’m getting the feeling that every once in a while, I still do it.
I wanted to see for myself how active I am when unconscious. So I did what everyone would normally do and filmed myself sleeping.
Of course, nothing much happened the night that I set all of this up, but there will be other nights, and if anything funny or weird happens, I’ll post it.
In this video, I woke up at about 9am and made a move over to the camera to shut it off…
EPIC FAIL.
But definitely worthy of a good chuckle.
Also, I’d like to express how nerve-racking and scary it is to watch yourself sleep. Going through the footage was almost frightening. What if I saw a ghost? What if someone came in? What if I actually DID get up and start walking around in my sleep?! Changing clothes, ripping the sheets off the bed, or like sacrificing chickens or some other small animal that I may have aquired during a previous night of sleep walking?!?!
Seriously, watching yourself sleep is creepy as shit. It’s good to know, at least on this particular night, that my room is safe and unoccupied by anyone other than myself.
Other nights may not be so lucky though. I’m going to do this again probably 2 or 3 more times. Hopefully one of those nights, while probably going to be difficult, will be a drunk one. I’ve noticed waking up after drunken nights have spawned off the most unexplainable acts of he who I like to call “Zombie Keith.” Z.K. for short.
