The Lost Boy

Night terrors

I was pretty tired last night. I must have been exhausted because I blew off a chance to get free food and drink at US Embassy July 4 party. It was just one of those weeks that didn’t stop. So I went to bed early and drifted off into the deepest sleep imaginable, complete with some really weird dreams.

At some point during the night I heard a loud noise that felt like I’d been smacked in the skull with a bat. I half woke up but half didn’t — and so I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or if something was going on outside.

Then I heard it again — bang bang bang bang bang. I really had no idea what was happening and in my altered state, I thought the house was being attacked. I may have only had these thoughts for a couple of seconds, but I was terrified and quickly tried to figure out what to do.

It didn’t take long before I realized that it was one of my housemates banging on my bedroom window because I’d inadvertently locked everyone out of the house. I put on some clothes — or at least, I think I did — and went to open the door before mumbling something like, “What the hell is going on?”

I’d left my keys in the door — or maybe they'd been my housemates keys, I don't remember. When this happens, the door can’t be unlocked from the outside. I’ve been locked out of the house this way a few times.

I went back to sleep, but I was confused and shaken. When my other housemate woke me up at 7.30 this morning to ask where his keys were — on my bedroom floor for some reason — I could barely string a sentence together.

What I’ve learnt from all of this is that not sleeping much over an extended period can make you insane. I knew this before, of course, from my excessive partying days, but to go this mad from work alone was rather odd.

All in all, I should probably chill out for a few days. It’s times like these when I think being a monk would be fantastic.