-“Doctor…I sleep with only one eye closed—my son sleepwalks.”

Brenda X. is a pleasant lady in her thirties that has been babysitting her son aged seven years since he was three years old because he is a sleepwalker. She is always on the watch because he has frequent bouts of somnambulism and she guards him against any possible harm during his nightly forays.

When I was a little child I often sat up suddenly in bed and walked to the living room of our apartment in Montevideo to sit down and chat, sporting a glazed over look, with my dear father Mario who often escorted me around. He told me that after peaking at 3- 4 years old, this activity started to wane and then suddenly stopped; I never had any recollections of these events.

The sleep walking episodes occur during the initial or Non-REM phase of sleep in the initial third phase of the cycle when slow activity predominates. Sleepwalking is more common in children and its prevalence can reach up to 10% of the population; it can be inherited as an autosomal dominant trait. Patients with sleepwalking have a rise of brief arousals in the EEG tracing.

Sigmund Freud said that the unconscious sexual desires of the “Id” are usually repressed by the “Super Ego” during the waking period but when the conscience dims down, they surface to take control of the person’s volition. Those impulses metamorphose into dreams and in certain cases into motor impulses that can prodd the individual to walk and talk. Sleepwalking has been adduced to be an attenuating factor in many crimes.

Long, long time ago (before I became a monk of Medicine) I went to a New Year’s Eve party in an East Upper side townhouse in New York City… I do remember going to bed in the wee hours with a gorgeous mature brunette…I woke up the next morning in the arms of a red-haired girl in a Brooklyn flat.

What do you want me to say? Mmm…How did I manage to cross the East River in the middle of the night? Still can’t remember…

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

6 thoughts on “The sleepwalker

  1. I was sleepwalking throughout my childhood, till the end of high school. I do have recollections of all events. In most cases, I’d just mumble something unintelligibly, walk from one room to the other, open and close closets until somebody would direct me back to bed. But, interestingly, when asked something, my reply always made sense.

    As for your little incident, has it crossed your mind that you can maybe fly or have some supernatural abilities that enable you, among others, to reach out crossing the bridges and erasing the distances, mesmerizing women around you along the way?

    1. Good morning and thanks for the nice commentary dear Bojana. Don’t tell me you were you a sleepwalker too? No wonder we get along so fine dear! Yes, we did many things but we couldn’t remember anything afterwards. Did your father accompany you along in your scouting forays like mine did in our Montevideo apartment? I’m sure he did. I did read that sleepwalkers have some special intuitive abilities as if we were still stranded between reality and fantasy. I will check it. As far as the second half of your commentary, I am shaking like a leaf. Really? Do I have that ability to fly and seduce women on the go? How scary!
      Happy Easter to you and your family.
      Un grosso baccione.

      1. Please check it and share it with me. Actually, it was more my mom who was after me, fearing I might slide into extreme and hurt myself. In most cases, it was fun for all. I did want to go out, though. I’ve always found sleepwalking fascinating.
        As for the second part, yes you do. How terribly scary.
        Happy Easter to you too, enjoy it with your family and talk to you soon.

  2. What a very scary condition. A story was once reported of a man who drove his car while sleepwalking. I think that would be worse than driving under the influence?!?! Lock the doors and windows and most importantly, hide the car keys.

    1. Really? You think it’s that bad? How about chaining me to the bed too? But then I might become prey to a wandering woman vampire …and there are way too many of those in the Banana Republic of South Florida. Thanks and another kiss.

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