Dream a little dream I am sort of known for my very active sleep.

When I was little it was pretty common for my parents to wake up and find my bed empty, I was a VERY good sleep walker. I spent the night at a friends house and tried to get out their front door.


When I got to college I couldn't keep quiet. My roommates would have conversations with me while I was asleep. I might be mumbling, but I gave them some sort of response to everything they said. They would say that even though I was quite talkative when awake, I might be even more so in my sleep.

Well since leaving college I have combined the two and added a few idiosyncrasies. I still talk, and on occasion I will walk, but I now incorporate the furniture and decorations in my room. I turn, a flip, I stand in the middle of the bed, I take the big round mirror off the wall. And I remember doing these things the next morning, and know that it was part of my dream, but can't really explain why I actually act out in my sleep.

So if you have read this far you may be wondering what in the world this has to do with food. Well not much except that I dreamt about food last night and woke up this morning hungry. So since I haven't been able to cook anything fun or new this week I think today may be a cook-a-thon. What do I want to make? God only knows. Where am I going to find the time? Not a clue. But I am hoping to get some stuff frozen, some stuff to satisfy my fiance's sweet tooth, and maybe one of my cooking fears. So hopefully I can get some good stuff made tonight so I can have something more exciting to write about than my weirdo sleep habits.  ¶ 6:26 AM