|A man sleeping. Not me (don't I wish I looked like this?)|
What's going on? The past few weeks I have been sleeping really deep. I've never had a problem sleeping like some. Bill is a light sleeper. He's often told me that I could sleep through a bombing attack. In fact, last week we had a terrific thunderstorm with the BOOMS and rain pelting the house sideways but I sleep through the whole thing! I'm telling you folks, I sleep like the dead.
However, lately I've really been OUT. I mean BIG TIME OUT. This morning I was having a troubling dream (which of course I can't remember the details) and I was trying to wake up. Yes folks, sometimes I know I'm sleeping and I want to wake up just to get away from whatever it is I'm dreaming about.
I couldn't wake up this morning!
I felt like I was holding onto the edge of a cliff with my fingertips and I was slipping. And yet I knew I was dreaming and I wanted to wake up to save myself! I pulled and pulled and finally got to a groggy, semi-awake state.
I still wasn't awake. I tried and tried some more and finally my eyes opened. I tried to think of where I was. I literally did not know where I was. I didn't even know how I was positioned on my bed. As it turned out I was somewhat sideways (11 am and 4 pm) on my bed. This is also unusual because when I sleep I almost always wake up in the same position (I sleep on my right side) that I go to sleep. Not this morning. I must have been thrashing around trying to wake up.
When I was awake enough to realize I was back on earth I still didn't know where I was or what time of day it was. This is probably because I almost always take an afternoon nap of at least a hour. Even those naps are DEEP. I am completely knocked out.
Lying on the bed, I slowly realized that this was a summer Tuesday morning and I was in my bed here in our house in a Ryan Homes development in southern Delaware, near the coast. RON HAS LANDED!
Man oh man, what is going on?