The kid sis came out of her room this morning an asked me to finish my story.
What story? What is she talking about???
She said that I woke her up a 1:00 a.m and started telling her a story about one of my voices and then half way through… I just walked away. Then I woke her up again at 2:30 am and started telling her a story about some of my more unsavory actions when I was homeless then half way through waked away again.
At first I thought she was dreaming the whole thing but when she started relaying what I said… It was an incident that I never told anyone about.
I do have a problem with sleep walking… But now this??? Maybe if I wrote this stuff down somewhere and got it out of my head it would help… Or it might refresh the memory and come screaming back into vivid clarity. Who knows.