Sleepwalking and spiralling

I sleepwalked again. I haven't done that in a long time. I thought years, but hubby says maybe as recently as 6 months ago. Funny, no one told me.

I woke up this morning and there were 2 of my hair bands on my night stand. I just stared at them trying to figure out why they were there. They weren't there when I went to bed last night. I haven't even worn any of them in at least a couple of months. I usually keep them in a box on my bathroom counter.

I shrugged and went into the bathroom. There in front of the sink was hubby's razor. I remember thinking that's not supposed to be there either.

I guess I should explain that I'm a neat freak. Everything has its place and I really really don't like it when things are wrong. Sometimes hubby calls me Mrs. Monk. :-)

So here were 2 things in the wrong place, both moved since I went to sleep. I know what you're thinking. Hubby moved them. Nope, he was asleep hours before me and he hadn't touched them this morning.

This afternoon I was sitting outside by the fountain when I remembered a fragment of a dream I had last night where I was sitting on my bed holding the razor and hair bands and thinking there should be 3 and something wasn't right. It was very important that they be the right things. So I put the razor back in the bathroom because it wasn't right. That's all I remember of the dream. Then it all made sense. I'd been sleepwalking. Great.

As if I didn't have enough shit to deal with right now. For some reason sleepwalking's very embarrassing for me. Maybe I'll discuss it with my shrink. Maybe he'll have some words of wisdom. That would be nice.

You know what I feel like? Remember those big blue round things they had at grocery stores sponsored by Aquafina? Where you put a coin at the rim and it spiralled down on its edge faster and faster until it dropped into the black hole in the center, never to be seen again? That's how I feel. Only I'm the penny.