Monday, July 24, 2006

Playing the piano in my sleep

I mentioned that I was a known "sleep talker" in my previous post about the How the kids sleep. By this I mean that I will speak out loud while sleeping in the middle of a dream. If Doug is up for it, he will sometimes ask me a question, and I will answer back in the context of the dream. As long as he doesn't ask me anything too complicated, I can carry on for a few sentences. If the questions are too hard, I get confused and annoyed and say "You're waking me up!" Sometimes I will have no recollection about the conversation in the morning.

This reminds me about how I used to play piano in my sleep when I was a teenager. My father told me that before he woke me up in the morning, he would see my fingers playing while I was sleeping. I found this old photo from around that time (1981) of my piano playing. After looking at it for a minute, I figured out that I was playing Chopin's Fantasie-Impromptu Op. 66. I knew this from seeing the A in the left hand and my thumb on the G#, an unlikely combination. I dug up the sheet music and found it on measure 13. However, my right ring finger is pressing down the F, which is definitely a wrong note!! I don't remember whether I was just posing, or whether it was taken while playing. Either way, I don't think I was counting on finding a mistake 25 years later. There are more photos in this set and I was able to figure out what I was playing in another shot as well. It is probably "finger memory" recalling all these pieces, which is pretty amazing.


Anonymous said... certainly have a great memory for music!

On a similar note (pun intended) my Uncle Jimmy was a sleep talker.

Uncle Jimmy and his brother Tony shared a bed growing up. One night Tony woke suddenly to see his brother Jimmy standing on the bed yelling into a picture of Jesus Christ hung above the bed.

Apparently Jimmy thought he was yelling at a friend outside his window and he was telling him he was coming right out to go sledding or something like that.

After having his long conversation about all the fun they were going to have, Jimmy got back under the covers and went back to sleep.

In the morning, Tony asked him what that was all about, and and Jimmy had no memory of it....but apparently he had a very vivid dream of going sledding with his best friend.

I don't think I sleep talk or walk....heck, I don't even remember having a dream for the last 20 years. I'm bummed out....It sounds as though I am missing out in such fun.

Angela said...

Here is a comment from my mom:

I enjoyed the section about you were talking in the dream. I did it too when I was young. Your uncle in Belgium always screams, sad!!. The other uncle in China, even walked around in his dream, sad too!!. I guess I am the lucky one still alive. My life is both sad and joyful and bumpy!! I like that!!!