I’ve actually heard of someone making a sandwich while somnambulating, leaving it on the kitchen counter, and having no memory of how it got there when waking up the next morning.
This week:
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Tuesday 1/17–
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Word of the Week
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Begin watching full testimony of Eva Safferman
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Vocab Final study guide
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Work on Found Poem
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HW:
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Finish Found Poem
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Study Vocabulary
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Wednesday 1/18–
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Collect Found Poems
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Watch Testimony of Eva Safferman & take notes
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HW:
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Study Vocabulary
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Bring SSR book
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Thursday 1/19 & Friday 1/20–
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VOCABULARY & SPELLING FINAL
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Study Guide for Part 2 of Final
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continue watching Eva Safferman testimony
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HW:
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Read “Walking with Living Feet” pg. 312 in Holt Literature Book
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Study for Final
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Reading logs due Wednesday
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**Here is the link to watch Eva Safferman’s testimony: http://tc.usc.edu/vhiechoes/video.aspx?testimonyid=20160
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Suddenly I woke up, a thumping noise came from the stairs. Who could it be? It couldn’t be my family, they were sound sleepers; the sound of an airplane taking off next door probably wouldn’t wake them. And none of them ever somnambulated. I had no pets and it wasn’t raining. Then who is it? My heart was racing, calm down I tried to tell myself, it’s nothing. I pulled my comforter over my head and tried to fall back asleep. The thumping noise had stopped, and my heart went back to its usual beat. Then I heard a shuffling noise.
“Jonathan! What are you doing?” I said, I was so stupid it was probably just my younger brother trying to creep me out. There was no reply and it sounded like whatever or whoever was in my house had picked up the pace.
“Jonathan!” I said again, my voice shaky. Then the door opened to my room, it wasn’t Jonathan. It wasn’t anything, nobody was there. This is just a dream go back to sleep I told myself……….
Good job!
When Natalie is hungry at night she somnambulates to find a snack in the kitchen.
Wow ally…
How long do you have to somnambulate to go around the world?
80 days
80 days?! That’s it?! I would guess longer..
Around the world in 80 days
My family has told me that at times I have somnambulated whole conversations.
Mine did too!
I somnambulated and ate some candy!
As the man was somnambulating he fell through a window and broke his leg.
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My brother has somnambulated, while serving himself some juice.
Im Guessing that Ended Well.
While somnambulating, John got out of bed, drove to the grocery store, bought 20 boxes of Wheat Thins, drove back home, threw them away, and went back to bed. He woke up that morning, saw a bunch of Wheat Thins boxes in the trash, and got really confused.
Every day it seems when I have to walk into zero period algebra, I feel like i’m somnambulating.
Me too
Same here.
I have once somnambulated down the stairs and into my room without even waking up.
My brother somnambulates every once in a while.
My brother sometimes somnabulates .
My sister somnambulates a lot. Almost once every month, she wakes up to a story that me, my little brother, or my mom tell her how she walks into different rooms, falls out of her bed, walks into walls, and opens and closes doors around the house in the middle of the night.
Whenever I go to sleepovers, the next morning I always hear stories of myself somnambulating when I thought I was asleep.
When I got home from playing 12 hours straight of X-box at my friends house, I must have been somnambulating because I forgot it was my sister’s birthday.
When i was alseep I somnambulated to the kitchen to get some food.
Last night my mom got mad at me because I was somnambulating around the house and started throwing rubber spatulas at her
I have somnambulated early in the morning before.
One time I fell out of bed while somnambulateing. I’m serious that actually happened. My parents told me the next day.
One time I somnambulated right off the top of my bunk bed. I woke up with a bump on my head.
When I was about seven years old I distinctly remember somnambulating into my older sister’s room. I recall when I woke up I was right next to my sister’s bedside trying to understand how I got there.
I somnambulate alot when i am at a sleepover with my friends.
Somnambulating, she sat down beside me. She lied down and said “I don’t want to go home. I never want to go back…” It was hard to tell if she was awake or not. I just stroked her head.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to go back there, ever.” I say. I don’t want to go back home either…
Good job!!!(:
March 15,
They came again today, the german soldiers. But this time they took much more people. It has gotten to the point were there are very few left here. I have been contemplating wether it is worth it or not to stay here. I mean yes I have heard stories that people get burned and I know that it would be painful to die that way. But it is so painful to live this way. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. At least if I die I will be reunited with my parents. There is truly nothing keeping from that firey hole other than my little brother, the one thing I have left to live for. If they take him I will truly have nothing left and then I will probably not even make it to the fire. I will just jump into the electric fence and die. It sounds less painful, just a shock and then neverending darkness. I feel as though I am somnambulating through life. Nothing is changing other than my hunger. I’ve never figure out what I did wrong. What anyone could do to deserve this. This ghetto is a black whole, sucking away thousands upon thousands of lifes. Leaving those who don’t get sucked in so scared about when it will happen. However much this ghetto surprises me, the nazis surprise me ten times more. However they managed to kill my parents and so many others without as much as a blink will always shock me. I may always be a jew, but they will forever be murderers.
Great job!!!(:
Oh gosh, Katie! I just read yours…Ours are really similar!!!
Great minds think alike?
Wow. That is really good! You definitely weren’t somnambulating while you wrote this!
On one of my somnambulating journeys I managed to open my garage and get into my backyard!
Herp derp*=*
A somnambulating man was admitted to a local hospital for falling down the stairs in his sleep.
My Sister Somnambulated When we took our first trip to havasu in nevada.
My friend told me a story that when he had a sleep over with a cousin, he somnambulated. He got up and tried on a hat, then went back to to his bed and got in like nothing happened.
26 November. Auschwitz.
The air stank of death. Blood, sweat, forsaken dreams. I had been walking with my younger brother, who I assumed was about four years of age; birthdays held no distinct importance in the camps, so I couldn’t be sure. The days came and went like a river, the passing sun and moon blurring into one monotonous nightmare. We were ghouls, empty vessels, somnambulating through our life in the camp. A rather odd-looking German to my right wove haughtily through our lines, jabbing a baton at certain people. I found difficulty in discerning a pattern in which these people were chosen, but as I watched, I realized that the man, adorned in a bleach-white lab coat, seemed to choose twins the most. “Peculiar,” I whispered to myself. With each passing day, I sounded lesser and lesser like myself. My voice sounded strained…cracked. Not a drop of any fluid had touched my lips for days, maybe weeks. For a few moments I watched. The man showed no vague trace of emotion as he chose the people, but there was some spark, some hidden agenda, that I found elusive. The selected, however, went manic. As a small pod of armed Germans approached those picked, their reaction was more or less the same. They clawed at nothing in particular, wailed in a confusing mixture of German and Hebrew, begged to be spared. Have to go now. An officer says we must work. I’m unaware of the time, but the sun is not up yet.
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Looking back on that day, I still find it strange that I didn’t know the man immediately. I’d heard stories, countless, horrific stories of the nicknamed Angel of Death, yet even after I was confronted with the monster face-to-face, he remained unrecognized. The whispers, as well, I hadn’t the knowledge to pay any attention to. “Der weiße Engel.” To this day, I will never forget the evil that hid silently behind the emotionless face of Doctor Josef Mengele.
Katie!! I just read your story! Haha I didn’t realize ours were similar!
Wow. That was really good.
My sister somnambulates on a regular basis, kicking, screaming, and talking conclude in her nights rest.
While my sister was somnambulating, she fell off her bed and came into my room and started yelling at me.
I was so tired after the six hour Jaws and Jurassic Park marathon that I somnambulated my way strait through our trip to see my grandmother.
My friend somnambulated at a sleepover and ended up going outside her house.
One time I somnambulated around the house and ended up outside sitting in a lawn chair. I don’t even know how it is possible, but it happened!
When she was younger my sister would somnambulate into the kitchen and would make a sandwich and through it at the wall, it was funny watching her wake up with peanut butter on her face.
Jessie was sleep-deprived and exhausted. She felt as if she were just somnambulating through the day, marking time living until her sister was returned to her, whole and intact.
Not much of a story this time, I know. Sorry about that!
I somnambulated into the hallway and ran into the wall.
On mondays, I always feel like i somnambulate through first period.
my little brother somnambulated going to the bathroom
im SOMNAMBULATING at this very moment
In first period on Mondays, I always sonmbulate through all my classwork.
When i wake up, im still somnambulating as i read my texts with one eye open.
One night my older brother awoke to our somnambulating little sister sitting in front of the T.V. watching an alien show.
On Monday mornings I always sonmbulate at 0 period.
The man was found somnambulating at work
I don’t know if somnambulating can be encoureged by hypnosis.
The girl somnambulated and locked herself out of her hotel room.