{"id":15329,"date":"2011-05-29T07:12:27","date_gmt":"2011-05-29T11:12:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/?p=15329"},"modified":"2014-03-03T03:33:36","modified_gmt":"2014-03-03T08:33:36","slug":"i-slept-tossed-my-eyeglasses-in-the-trash","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/i-slept-tossed-my-eyeglasses-in-the-trash\/","title":{"rendered":"I Slept-Tossed My Eyeglasses In The Trash"},"content":{"rendered":"

I had a fun day Saturday, driving around Melbourne with Bryan Tilford<\/a>,\u00a0delivering the June Horizons Magazine to Creative Energy, Aquarian Dreams, Nature’s Market and Herb Corner. \u00a0 We had fun goofing off and on the way home went to Chili’s for lunch. \u00a0We had chicken ceasar salads and made little sandwiches out of the croutons and shaved parmesean cheese. \u00a0When I got home I crashed out from 5:00pm til 1:00am. \u00a0When 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?<\/em> I felt all around me within arm’s reach and nothing. \u00a0Not in the chair, not on the floor. I got up and retraced my steps. \u00a0Increasingly 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. \u00a0Interestingly 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. \u00a0The new glasses are so lightweight and rimless that I needed to wear glasses in order to find them. \u00a0And voila, there they were. \u00a0Apparently when I was in the kitchen feeding Izzy,\u00a0I’d tossed them in the trash. \u00a0 That’s a new one.<\/p>\n

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. \u00a0Once 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. \u00a0 That was last millenium.<\/p>\n

Once I woke up and my pillow was missing. \u00a0I turned the house and yard upside down looking for it and finally found it when I opened the refrigerator door. \u00a0 Another time, I’d loaded dozens of books into the washing machine. \u00a0I’m glad I did not turn it on and that I left the washing machine door open so I saw it the next morning. \u00a0An ex used to tape record me mumbling in my sleep, but I never really said much of anything. \u00a0Usually 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. \u00a0 And I wouldn’t dream of throwing my glasses into the trash.<\/p>\n

RELATED: Sleep Walking, Sleep Working<\/a>
\nI thought my sleepwalking days were over<\/a>
\nThe Weirdest Things I’ve Done While Sleepwalking<\/a><\/p>\n

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