The Sleep Chronicles

The Exorcist Returns – AGAIN!

markmaximus — Sat, 22 Apr 2006 15:20:13 +0000

ast night…

Stacy shot up from her sleep on three separate occasions, eyes fully open, looking around, non-responsive to my voice. The first time it scared the shit out of me. The other two times it didn’t phase me at all. She hasn’t been talking much as of late in her sleep. Not much to say, I guess!

Until next nightfall!

With Her Eyes Closed Too

markmaximus — Wed, 12 Apr 2006 01:49:29 +0000

Last night…

Stacy began tapping my shoulder in a complete state of "eyes-fully-closed" sleep. Amazing! Her precision even with her eyes closed is baffling! She was pretty restless, and the crescendo came with the trademark shoulder taps.

She continually ups the ante, each and every night!

Nighty-night!

My Turn

markmaximus — Mon, 03 Apr 2006 00:00:51 +0000

Stacy, was silent last night. For a change, I was on deck for a nightmare or two. I can't quite remember what I was dreaming about, but it was terrifying at one point…that much I remember. Nuff said for now!

Wow – Is that a Bicycle?

markmaximus — Sat, 01 Apr 2006 07:41:18 +0000

Last night,

as I am just finishing the first "The Sleep Chronicles" entry, Stacy is at it again. It is 2:34 am, and while typing away, watching Goodfellas on tv, out spurts Stacy,

"Wow, Is That a Bicycle – Cool!"

Perhaps tomorrow morning we will learn of this comment's origin.

The Exorcist Returns

markmaximus — Sat, 01 Apr 2006 06:21:26 +0000

Last night,

Stacy was sound asleep and I was at the computer (MAC) doing some work. Somewhere between 12:00 am and 1:00 am, Stacy shot up (undertaker/ala/exorcist style) started looking around with her mouth dropped open, and basically scared the shit out of me, again. It was a goodie, though! She looked around the room for a clean 7 seconds (not bad hang time), fully asleep. I walked over to her on the couch and asked her if she was okay. She replied,

"I hate when I lose time."

I'm not sure if she actually saw the clock and was responding to that, but it made for yet another interesting night.

I was tortured, myself, last night as I yet again had the I can't find a place to pee dream. For about a solid two hours I'd go from place to place, seeking an establishment that would allow me to use their facilities. Every place denied me. Evenually, at 5:00 am, I awoke with a painstaking urge to use the bathroom. Yet again, this dream was simply my body trying to awake me to take care of business. There is no worse feeling when you are just awaking!