Tidbit Tuesday – another try πŸ˜‰

First of all I am happy to announce that yesterday was my best day of views since I started this blog last May! I thank you all so much for how you make this blogging adventure a wonderful part of my day and my life!

Since a lot of you might have liked myΒ  first Tidbit last week I found a friend a little disappointed when I told him that I won’t share one each week. Since I cannot look into sad eyes (not even imagined) I opened my little treasure box, digged a little deeper, and … here we go.

I was 12 or 13Β  and part of a choir of children between 8 and 16 years of age. Our choir and one of another part of the country went to an event to BΓ’le (Switzerland) for a big singing event with television recording. I don’t remember what it was but it doesn’t matter for the story anyway. During the day we were strolling around in groups through the city supervised by a grown up. It was fun but for some reason we did not really find a connection to the kids of the other choir. At night we stayed at a youth hostel – up to eight kids in one room. I was lucky. We were just four in a room. Next to us a group of kids of the other choir. During the night they were like having a big party going almost all night long. I was angry because I was tired and wanted to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning I found myself in a lower bed, although my bed actually was a loft bed. I was lying in that bed with my feet on the floor. As if I was sitting and then just lay down. When I looked around I was shocked. Where were I? I finally realized that I was in the neighbour room .Shocked-Face

I had no idea how I got there. Thank God everybody was asleep. I tiptoed out of the room and hurried to my room next door. I laid in my bed and just hoped that no one had noticed anything. I had no explanation but the one I must have sleepwalked. (I experienced that one more time, which was less scary for me but more for my mother.) When everybody was slowly awakening a friend asked me where I was. She said she woke up at night but my bed was empty. I said that I went to the restrooms once and that it must have been that time though… I was afraid to be asked by one of the neighbour room kids. But thank God they might not have noticed me. 😌

Well that was really disturbing! Just to make sure: That was the only time in my life I did not know how I got into another bed… lol

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Wow, that sounds pretty creepy but also very interesting that you remember about your excursions. Do you realize you are sleepwalking or do you just remember in the morning? I think your husband is pretty much used to it. I guess my husband wouldn’t even notice it. When he sleeps then he sleeps….

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I don’t know unless someone awakens me, usually because I’m talking about something that isn’t there. Also, my voice and demeanor are off. I remember when other people talk about what I said or did. I do awaken when people talk to me. Bud always asks if I am awake, especially if I am doing something odd, like taking down the curtains.

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I remember when my middle child was ill. When he had temperature he awoke at night, cried and called me. When I came into his room, talked to him and wanted to calm him, he looked right through and kept on calling me. That was scary at times. But I knew after a while that when that happened the worst of the fever was over.

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It’s a good thing that you didn’t get hurt while sleep walking! My son does that on occasion and there’s always the danger of falling down the stairs. Thanks for sharing, Erika!

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