So I forced myself to read a few chapters of a murder mystery by one of my favorite authors, that I've been reading, even though I had to read one chapter twice, before comprehension started to dawn. I knew I was making progress when I started getting fed up with the main character's abrasive actions. I also had a glass of red wine, in case I needed antioxidants. I read some more, then pulled out a copy of a 1724 cookbook and started looking for interesting recipes and visualizing them. Oh good, I was starting to be able to think of food in real terms again.
However, last night, I had a weird dream. I dreamed I was sleepwalking. It was dark, and I was walking through the streets of my home town in a dreamlike state, except I really was asleep in bed, not sleepwalking. At the corner of Burton and Fern, my dream self woke up, and realized I was sleepwalking, and that I really needed to go home, since I was wandering around in my nightgown. Then I fell asleep and started sleepwalking up Pineridge to Top of the World. There, I woke up again, and was startled to find that the place was built up, and didn't match the ca. 1980 version of my sleepwalker state. And realized I needed to sleepwalk to get back to where I started, because reality wasn't going to do it. So I let my dream self go to sleep again. And wandered down the hill and back through Burton, where I woke up because I had to avoid a car, seeing headlights, and hid. Because I knew that if someone found me, I would be stuck there, and not able to get back to my "real" body and bed. So I cut through Fern Canyon and the new park, away from houses and people, and ended up back in bed in San Jose. Weird. I really did use to sleepwalk, back when I was in high school, so it was even more odd.
Something intriguing is going on in my brain chemistry, but I would rather it didn't, thank you.