I seem to have developed a habit of falling...out of bed.
Well, maybe not a habit. But more often than ever before. And, keep in mind that this is a separate issue from just falling while out of bed.
My most recent "falling out of bed" event was about a week ago. Let me interject here that since "the big fall" last February 2009, any type of falling is taken quite seriously in this house.
All I remember is waking up during the actual falling and screaming a little. Scared poor Chief to death. No injuries. Just stunned. And back into bed I went. The strange thing is I don't remember dreaming when I fell. Previously, I fell out of bed while dreaming I was reaching out for something. And I was physically really reaching out. So of course I fell. Made sense to me.
I also fell out of bed while visiting my Mother. It was a twin size bed and I fell between the bed and a small space between the bed and the wall. Normally I sleep in a queen size bed, with Chief to my right instead of a wall.
Sometimes I dream a lot. Moving my arms. Making sounds or talking. Most of the time I'm either dreaming about a natural disaster - a tsunami from Lake Michigan that hits the skyscrapers of Chicago (where I used to work). I'm always desperately trying to save people from the water which rises above my 44th floor. I'm sure there is a September 11th connection to this dream.
And then there are the dreams about when I worked as a Manager in a hospital. Chief has told me he's heard me saying stuff like: "No, no, no...it has to be signed here!" or "Get a bed, we need a bed!" or "Doctor, quit yelling at me!" Usually when he tells me in the morning I can sorta remember the dream.
But the other morning he said "Honey, do you remember what you said last night?" Hmm, thinking for a moment, no.
You said "PUT YOUR TEETH IN - YOU'RE ON TELEVISION!"
I have no idea or memory of what that was all about. Neither of us wears dentures. Nor do I anticipate that one of us will be on TV. At any rate, upon further thought, it is, after all, good advice.
