The Return of the Prodigal Son by Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn
When I went to sleep the night of my birthday, my Rembrandt looked like this; it was centered over my bed.
I slept well. The next morning, when I awoke, I rolled out of bed and and hurriedly dressed and got out the door for an appointment I had up at BYU with Matthew O. Richardson. Surprisingly enough, I didn't bumped my heels on the glass of the framed poster that was propped up against the side of my bed. I didn't even notice it until I returned home from campus. When I first saw it there, I immediately reached for my camera and snapped this picture. I thought, if my room were to become a crime scene, I would have evidence. If there were no crime, at least it would be a good pic for my blog.
Here are some of my thoughts as I put the camera away :
--Why is my picture of the ground? Is it scratched? No; it must not have fallen.
--Did someone play a practical joke on my during the middle of the night, that I obviously haven't gotten yet?
--Maybe it did fall without me hearing it. DID IT HIT ME WITHOUT ME KNOWING IT?! AM I BLEEDING? No.
--Had that frame bonked me on its way down to the floor, it would have definitely knocked me unconscious. Maybe I just can't remember. [Perform quick self-examination for bumps or bruises.] I don't think so.
--WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED? As evidenced by my post about City of Ember last night, my mind doesn't easily let go of problems until can rest upon a probable solution. After questioning my roommates, none of them heard anything either while I was gone or the night before. I concluded that I must have removed the poster myself and placed it next to my bed in my sleep.
Weird.
I'm reminded of the time my bare foot print was found one morning on our family's stove top when I was about 12. When confronted by my mom, I had no answers for her. I didn't have a known history of sleepwalking. The most bizzare element to the situation was that there wasn't enough room between the stove and the overhanging hood for me to even squat between them.
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Listening to: JD Natasha - Hey Ya
Such are among the mysteries that I hope will be revealed to us in the eternities! I'd forgotten about that print on the stove. Do you remember the hummingbird egg that was fried and left on our counter that no one would claim?!
ReplyDeleteTHAT is the coolest footprint I've ever seen!
That is so funny! If it makes you feel any better I am a known sleep talker. When I was at Girl Scout camp one year my troop awoke to me frantically working on something in the corner. When asked what I was doing I replied, quite frustrated and annoyed at the question, that I was washing dishes. The best part was that apparently I do not do anything halfway, even unconscious, and I was making the shhhhhh sounds of running water as well. It was just too bad there were not really any dishes there!
ReplyDeleteYeah that stove thing is super weird. I'm glad you had your camera ready for hard evidence. :) Hopefully you won't need to show it to the BYU police. I liked reading your thought process about the whole thing. :)
ReplyDeleteFried Hummingbird eggs on our counter? SICK.
It's the only possible explanation. Weird.
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