I Slept-Tossed My Eyeglasses In The Trash | Andrea de Michaelis – Creating my own reality, one thought at a time

I had a fun day Saturday, driving around Melbourne with Bryan Tilford, delivering the June Horizons Magazine to Creative Energy, Aquarian Dreams, Nature’s Market and Herb Corner. We had fun goofing off and on the way home went to Chili’s for lunch. We had chicken ceasar salads and made little sandwiches out of the croutons and shaved parmesean cheese. When I got home I crashed out from 5:00pm til 1:00am. When I woke up and reached for my glasses, they were missing. How can my glasses be missing, when all I did was nap in the big puffy chair? I felt all around me within arm’s reach and nothing. Not in the chair, not on the floor. I got up and retraced my steps. Increasingly I don’t need my glasses, so I’ve taken to laying them down, but usually only in obvious places where I can’t miss them. Interestingly enough, my glasses from last year were also missing and I had to use a pair of designer eyeglasses from the 1970’s that made me look like Fearless Fly. The new glasses are so lightweight and rimless that I needed to wear glasses in order to find them. And voila, there they were. Apparently when I was in the kitchen feeding Izzy, I’d tossed them in the trash. That’s a new one.

I used to sleepwalk so I always stay dressed when I sleep, just in case. I have bells and chimes on each door so if I go to open one, the sound will wake me if I’m asleep. Once years ago I got as far out the door as halfway down the front walk to the driveway before the cool air hit my face and woke me. That was last millenium.

Once I woke up and my pillow was missing. I turned the house and yard upside down looking for it and finally found it when I opened the refrigerator door. Another time, I’d loaded dozens of books into the washing machine. I’m glad I did not turn it on and that I left the washing machine door open so I saw it the next morning. An ex used to tape record me mumbling in my sleep, but I never really said much of anything. Usually not even entire sentences. The sleepwalking and talking doesn’t seems to be related to what I recall of dreams I am having at the time. And I wouldn’t dream of throwing my glasses into the trash.