In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”
I’ve always been a sleep walker.. If I am disturbed/tired/anxious, I walk around in my sleep. It used to happen a lot when I was a kid.. Not so much these days.. Maybe once a month..
This particular incident happened when I was about 22 years old. I was at my cousin’s place, just outside of Pine, India. It was summer, maybe sometime in late May/Early June. The monsoon hadn’t arrived yet and it was terribly hot. I couldn’t sleep inside the apartment and decided to sleep on the terrace, under the stars..
My cousin is a pediatrician and his clinic was just across a busy street. His juniors used to work the night shift and I was friends with them.
Sometime around midnight, in my sleep, I dreamt that the interns are heading out for a picnic. I wanted to go to so I went there to join them..except, I was really going there in my sleep.. I claimed down the stairs .. Walked down 4 floors.. Came to the road.. And I was about to cross the road when I heard a loud horn from a truck that was speeding towards me..
I woke up but couldn’t see because of the headlights ( deer in the headlights).. I froze.. The truck braked really hard and stopped maybe a foot away from me.. The truck driver hurled a few abuses..
I had my whoa! moment..I got out of his way.. The stream of cuss words continued.. I said to myself.. what the eff is wrong with you.. But couldn’t do anything.. Somnambulism is a disease and needs treatment!