April 14, 2014
I haven’t mentioned this to anyone, but it seems I’m a sleepwalker. For the past two years, and this happens maybe twice a year, so we’re talking about at least four times, I found myself getting out of bed sometime in the dead of night, and walking down my hill to Astro diner on Fletcher where it meets Glendale boulevard. I have no memory of this, but I did talk to people who had witnessed me in this state.
It seems I do the same thing all the time. I either go into the counter and sit, with a daze look over my eyes, or even worst, I tend to sit down at a booth when it is either full of people, or just two people in the area. I have been made aware that I always go to the same seat. One time at the counter, I was trying to sit on a seat that is already occupied by a customer. It seemed that I was trying to sit on his lap. Or if it is in a booth, I basically sat down and pushed the other person aside. Either way one looks at this, I tend to go into a booth that is full of police officers from the K9 unit. Not once have they woke me up, and they just usually contact the management there. The odd thing is I never woke up. The waitress who works at Astro, knows me slightly and she also knows where I live. The only saving grace is that my wife notices when I’m gone, and comes after me to take me home. She then directs me back to bed, and then I sleep normally. By morning, when I woke up, I have no memory of the previous night walk.
Freud once commented that sleepwalking is fulfilling sexual wishes or at the very least, a desire to go to sleep in the same area as the individual slept in childhood. As far as I know, I never slept at Astro’s diner as a child, and my first visit there was as a teenager. But alas, that’s not true! My mom told me yesterday that we as a family used to go to Astro’s a lot, and mostly in the late evening. As a child, I would always fall asleep there after eating an apple pie and then laid my head on my mom’s lap. My mom indicated to me that it was a real pain to wake me up from my nap at Astro’s, that they finally decided that maybe it isn’t a great idea to take me there in the late evening. Nevertheless, I have no memory of any of this. What my memory tells me is that I went there as a teenager, and I had for sure had a strong crush on one of the waitresses there. She was much older than me, and there wasn’t a chance in hell, that I could get anywhere near her, except to order another cup of coffee. But going there as a teen for the purpose of seeing her, did cause me a sense of dread, anxiety, and excitement all in one package.
Of course she doesn’t work there anymore, and I (in my waking hours) go there maybe once a month for a Sunday breakfast, but still, that sense of disappointment has stayed with me for many years. In fact, it is so disturbing to me that I try not to think about it.