goodnight, world.

what happens when you fall asleep at night?  do you toss and turn? do you snore? talk every once and a while perhaps?  maybe you are not aware of your sleep habits, or maybe you just hear about it the next morning.  i had no idea what the life of a sleep walker was like until i met gabe, my boyfriend, ten months ago.  we started hanging out, and instantly made a connection.  we began dating and learning more about each other.  it wasn't until i went to his house to meet his family that i learned something a little bit more about this guy i was really starting to like.  

we were in his bedroom talking (yes just talking, get your head out of the gutter!) when i realized that the blinds on his window were broken.  i brought it up thinking that maybe one of the dogs had jumped up and caused the damaged.  he calmly answered, "oh that's when i was saving a two year old boy from jumping out of the window, but don't worry, i saved him". my first reaction was obviously that he was joking, until i looked over and realized that he was dead serious. "excuse me?" was my only reaction. he went on further to explain that he was a sleep walker and had been since he was a child.  he had a dream where a two year old was about to fall out of a window, so he leaped out of bed to catch the child before he jumped.  instead of actually catching a child, he woke up to find the wooden blinds in his room torn to the floor.  this was the night i learned that when gabe goes to sleep his dreams come alive... literally. 

i became fascinated with this side of gabe.  as a health teacher, i wanted to know what caused him to literally dive out of bed when he had a dream about baseball, what made him physically stand up in bed to get out of someone's way has he apologizes, "i'm sorry, i didn't see you there", then lay back down to go to sleep, and have no memory of it the next morning.  while there are tons of theories out there on sleep walking, i started making my own observations on when he would have active dreams and what else happened that day.  after looking at diet, exercise, and caffeine intakes, there wasn't a certain thing that would cause any certain activity.  

every night when we go to bed, it's a toss up whether i will wake up to have a conversation with gabe, bring him back to bed, or have him standing up next to me conducting a live orchestra. our friends always get a kick out of the stories, because most of them, gabe does not remember.  i decided to start this blog to track the shenanigans that happen when the lights go out on skyline drive. stay tuned.