If you follow along in my log, you know how much I struggle with ever getting enough sleep let alone getting up at 4:00 am to train. Shoot, the other day I was talking about how good I felt because I went to bed super early. That success was very short lived because the very next day, things went a little bizarro on me.

This one is so hysterical and embarrassing I had to share.

After school yesterday I was meeting with a colleague and was sitting at my desk. We were discussing a math class and the procedures for solving an equation. I was working hard at being a good listener but I failed. Miserably!

While he was talking to me, I felt my eyes roll back and my eyelids close. I began describing to him a math intervention I had implemented the last ten minutes of class. Half way through my description I stopped and looked at him very confused. The only thing I could muster was, “Wait. That’s not real.”

I put my head down to get a grasp of what had just happened. The look on his face was horror and I know he HAD to have been thinking, "Who IS this crazy chick?" He kindly asked me if I feel asleep.

There was no denying it and I totally owned it. Yes! I feel asleep. Not only did I fall asleep, I had a vivid dream, started talking in my sleep and woke up all within less than a minute. Maybe it was longer, he never really said and there was no way I was going to ask. I didn't feeling drool coming out of the corners of my mouth so I was covered there. I did muster the nerve to ask if I was snoring. Nope, I was good on that too.

Not only was I super embarrassed and trying to contain my laughter, I was also frustrated. That math intervention was AMAZING, it was all contained in a sandwich baggie and a little red container. Not to mention it was highly effective intervention in my dream as well. He kindly cut the conversation short and I went home.

This was the most messed up and confusing falling asleep incidents in my life so far without a doubt. The minute I walked into the house I took some aspirin in case I was having a cardiac event of some sort, starting stressing out that I had a brain tumor and crawled into bed for a nap.