Sleep Walking

I have known for years that my mind is a very, very strange place. As a child and through high school I was a sleep walker. My parents would find me walking down the street in the middle of the night. Good thing my father was light sleeper. I would often wake up under the dinning room table or under the coffee table or under my bed. No idea why but it was always scary to wake up somewhere strange. Back in "the olden" days no one thought of asking a shrink "why" I was doing this. It just seemed to be what I did from time to time.

After Ted and I got married the sleep walking seemed to stop and I didn't give much thought to again. When we found out Ted had cancer I must have started sleep walking again. I must have been "hiding" things from myself because many things went missing. All things "important" to me and then some have just "showed up". I knew I either had a ghost or multiple personalities. I called my brother, Dr. Ray Owens, and asked him how did you know if you were crazy. Being very wise Ray asked me "why are you asking me this?" I explained missing "things" had shown up and I must have a ghost or be crazy! Ray remembered I use to sleep walk and perhaps I was doing that again.

My children, sister and brother suggested I "film" my self sleeping. I thought that was really, really creepy and would never sleep so threw that ideal out! Of course I Begin to worry I was walking outside so didn't sleep anyway. I came up with idea to tape my doors, up high, each night. Sure enough, some nights my bedroom door tape was broken. I knew I had left the bedroom and "walked" around but thank God had not left the house. Some times I go days without walking and then I get up the tape is broken again. I do wish I knew where my "hiding Place" is. I still have some important items missing. But maybe some night I will return them to myself.

I was in Kansas City visiting my dad and brother recently. While there one morning I woke up with My purse, hair dryer and a book from their living room on my bed with me. Now what did all those things have in common? (I hope I didn't hide anything else of theirs while I was there.)

I am currently in East Texas at my in-laws house. Yesterday morning I woke up and had 6 books from their bookshelf stacked up on the bed with me. Did I do some "heavy" reading in the night? What was I looking for in those books? And what is it with me and putting books on the bed? Very weird. I just put the books back and didn't tell my in-laws not wanting them to find out after all these years that I am a NUT CASE.

So...what do you think I am doing with Books? By the way, I have never put the Bible in bed with me. Dictionary, encyclopedia, Biography on First Ladies...very strange.

What do you all think this means? Other than I am not sleeping but "reading" or "weight lifting". Wondering....