i'm on your radio 24/7, i'm on your tv 24/7 (IVY, I BLAME YOU)
so.
something very odd happened to me this morning -- and by this morning, i mean sometimes last night, and i only discovered it this morning when i woke up and realized my nightstand lamp was on.
which, you know, hey, okay -- i forgot to turn it off, right?
only how i remember specifically turning the lamp off last night, getting under the covers, and going to bed.
want to know how i know this?
because if i had forgotten to turn it off, that would mean i had fallen asleep with my laptop on my lap, and if i had fallen asleep with my laptop on my lap, that would mean it would have been laying on the floor, in a probably semi-precarious position, possibly resulting in even more damage to the power cord.
however, when i opened my eyes to a blinding light, it was to find none of these things to be true: the laptop was placed in the exact same spot on the ground i remember putting it, and nothing was knocked off of the bed/sprawled on the floor.
the only thing out of place, so far as i could tell, was the lamp.
now we're going to re-wind to two days ago -- aka yester-yesterday -- when i woke to find -- yes, you guessed it -- my lamp on as well.
strange, you admit, but not that strange, no?
until you take into account the following:
when i woke up, i was not in my bed -- i was on top of it. alright, alright, you say, but i don't -- no, no, you don't understand, i insist. i had somehow, in my sleep, turned on my lamp, gotten out of the bed, made the bed, done god knows what else, and then lain down on top of it and curled up around a teddy bear.
...
I MADE THE BED, GUYS.
I MADE THE BED IN MY SLEEP.
so either i have an abnormally strong elf that cleans my room and moves me around while i'm asleep, there's a ghost, or i clean things in my sleep.
this is a very disturbing, if productive, development, i must admit~
on the upside -- though i don't know that all of that was bad, necessarily, just strange -- both days i woke up ridiculously comfortable, so i guess sleep-me knows better ways of...sleeping than awake-me does.
in less weird news, last night, i had my first anthemic-related dream. i remember almost none of it, because when i awoke, i was immediately distracted by the lamp, so i forgot it all, but what i do remember, while not very interesting to anyone but me, is as follows:
picture this:
the scene opens to andy skib, heart-ninja and general, all-around nice guy. he is sitting either behind a desk of some sort, a-la a news reporter*, or is doing a video blog, and the narrator, who cannot remember which it was, is watching him through a computer.
the narrator assumes it is the first, a: because in the dream, she was full of the innate knowledge that she somehow knew andy skib. of course, her dream-self did not bother to convey how she knew him to her waking self, but the point is, she knew him, okay? and b: the narrator is pretty sure she was in the same room with him, so. that would be weird.
...and then the scene ends, because i don't remember anything past/before that point, but the point is, guys, i knew andy skib for about five seconds, and they were the most beautiful five seconds of my whole dream-life.
well. not really. that would be weirder than me watching andy's vlog on my computer as he's making it about five feet away from me.
BUT IT WAS STILL PRETTY COOL, ALRIGHT
(oh, and emma wants me to tell you that she had a dream caused by the earthquake that hit this morning -- lol, first earthquake to hit virginia in ten years, because as well as being the land of no accents, virginia is also the land without weather. oh, and did i mention i slept through it? ...maybe that was why andy was behind a desk: he worked for the weather channel, and was reporting on the earthquake my subconscious knew had occurred -- and it was, and i quote: "so i dreamt that i knew neal tiemann, and we were in a room, and he suddenly pulls out his phone and goes, "i must tell twitter about the earthquake! as tweets travel faster than seismic waves, perhaps i shall be able to warn some of them in time to escape!" ...and then i woke up and laughed so hard i fell out of the bed, because why the hell is neal tiemann suddenly the adam savage/superman of twitter."
so apparently we both had semi-eventful nights...last night, haha.)
...jesus, i talk a lot. DDD:
* although i do have this really weird feeling that if that is what was happening -- aka it wasn't so much "a-la" as it just was -- than he wasn't a news reporter so much as he...kind of worked for the weather channel. ...yeah. shouldn't dream!andy be even cooler than real!andy, tho? what kind of dream-sense does that make? (...then again...he did know me...so that kind of explains a lot.)