Personal Alarm

It has been said that your body has a "Body Clock".
I have tried this in the past, where just before you go to sleep you tell your self '7.15, 7.15, 7.15' and imagine yourself waking at 7.15.
Its is ment to tell your body to wake you up at that pre-thought-organised time.

This has rarely worked for me.
My brain over writes itself while I am sleeping, saying 'Isn't this better? you don't want to go out into the crazy real world, do you? Noo stay, I'll distract you with this super fun dream :)

BUT this morning my brain was kind.

I was enjoying the fun dream and haing a crazy time and then, jumping from another room (closet?) (something??) I jumped out at myself and scared me awake.... at exactly 7.15am :)

!!!!

How awesome this that???
In your Face, Brain!! I double tricked you good :)

Like Father, Like Daughter

My dad has forever been a sleep talker, walker and even driver. But of us three daughters, Heather (middle) is the only one to show signs of following him.

I have occasionally mumbled and flapped around in bed but nothing too exciting,
UNTIL the other night,

I was having a dream I had to (100% commitment) catch a man who was trying to find a small girl to kill (!!???! I know right?)
I had cornered him in a gloomy, concrete alleyway, approx 3m wide and I was standing at the entrance with him cornered at the end.
There was only one way to escape and it was through me. He turned, and ran full-tit towards me -assuming if he moved quick enough passed one side I wouldn't be able to get a good enough hold of him.

I was far too determined, However.

I dropped into a 'Bring it on' stance and was ready for him.
All I had to do was get a good grip of something; t-shirt, pants, arm. anything and I'd be able to off-balance and catch him.
In my bent knee, prepped position, I was ready to pounce. Hands flexed and eyes watching which side he'd go around me,
Closer.
Closer.

He dodged right.
I put all my weight into driving after him. Right arm out, grasping for his shirt.....

SWIPE. DONK.

....throwing my arm into the second shelf of my bookcase; my books, ornaments and pens jumble and fall to the ground. Once kneeling on my bed, I am now nearly falling out, searching my hand for blood.
Reassured I am not hurt, I casually lay back down and go to sleep.
It's only in the morning, that I realize what I've done.
My hand has bruises, cuts and a blood blister on my palm. My bed and floor have things splayed everywhere, and I have this incomplete feeling and that I let the man go....