Milk

Have you ever walked in your sleep?

I have.

Before I moved to Drayton Valley nothing like this ever happened to me. Last night it happened for the second time.

It was the middle of the night. What time? Who knows. All I knew is that I was somewhat conscious. Conscious enough to know that I was somewhat conscious, but not conscious enough to know that I could not tell the difference between dreaming and not. You now that point, you can sort of see what is happening (sort of) and yet your concept of logic is greatly flawed. These are the times when doing ridiculous things seems to be logical and seems to be the norm.

When I woke up, and I was in this semi-conscious state there was one thing I knew for certain: I was thirsty. People get thirsty in the middle of the night all the time, so this is not really exciting, but in this semi-conscious state I decided I needed to get up, out of bed, walk not to the bathroom to get a drink of water, but all the way to the kitchen. I got a glass, I went to the fridge, and I grabbed the milk.

It was not until I was on my second glass of milk that I really realized what I was doing. Yep, it was the middle of the night, what time? who knows, and there I was looking at the bottom of a very dark glass of milk... a very large very dark glass of milk.

By my estimates now, having come home and looked at the damage, I drank just over a litre of milk... in the middle of the night. Most people drink water, because then you don't get all milk flavoured dreams when you sleep, but me, evidently I prefer milk.

So. I have walked in my sleep...

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