I've been posting book reports on Youtube for Mrs. Mann's Class at Whitehall Elementary. For each 10 book reports that I read, I get a charm. As of this posting, I've submitted 32. If you would like to see some of them, here is a link to my Youtube channel for these reports.
Last night I went to sleep at home in Anderson, South Carolina and woke up several hundred miles away at Grandpa David's house in Holden Beach, North Carolina. Since I can remember, the same mysterious night time travel has happened my whole life - becoming more frequent around the holidays. I can even recall falling asleep in Atlanta, Georgia only to be woken up disembarking a plane on a small island in the Caribbean.
I don't know how this is possible, or if it happens to everyone, but it is both exciting and scary. Suppose that I overslept, would I wake up on Europa? Or if I woke too soon, could I end up stuck in between two places that didn't quite exist yet?
So far, all of my travel has been interesting, to say the least. It's quite nice to have involuntary vacations thrust upon me. Maybe it's my subconscious’s way of telling me that I need a break. Or maybe it is a mutation or deformity that will become uncontrollable with age. Either way, I enjoy my sleep travel and hope that it keeps sending me places that are fun and new.
I am the Destroyer of Breakfast, the Marauder of Mealtime, the Conqueror of Inappropriate Subjects and the Ruiner of all that is New, Treasured or Expensive. If there is a book being read, a nap being attempted or a headache that will not subside, I will be there, and I will be loud. Because I am Purveyor of Noise, Instigator of Trouble and Destructor of the Quiet Time Alone. So peaceful moments beware, there is a new Superhero in town and I am cramming spaghetti into your new Blu-ray player.
No more am I just Sebastian Thomas Hamilton, I am now Baby T-Rex. I roar, stomp around and am fifty hundred feet tall. I eat millions of bananas of yogurts. Baby T-Rex does not have to clean his room. Baby T-Rex does not need to put on shoes to go outside. Baby T-Rex does not need clean up his puzzles. Baby T-Rex does what he wants. And right now baby T-Rex wants a hug and a kiss.