Holiday meal panic

We're having a belated Thanksgiving, as we're not in the US and people live/work in other towns. There are 20 family members around the table, chatting and laughing.

Suddenly, there is a THUD from the adjacent room, in which my 6mo nephew is sleeping... & silence. A parent rushes to the room, says "J!" in a sharp tone... silence.

Suddenly everyone is up & moving: "...he fell off the bed...", "...he's just limp...", "call 000!", "...are his eyes focussing?", "...call the GP...". Then he cried.

I don't think I've ever seen so much collective relief - shoulders lowered, voices slowed, tension lifted. Although it didn't seem too serious, loss-of-consciousness following a blow to the head is never a good thing, so J and his parents are en route to the hospital to get him checked out.

Seems trivial, but it was terrifying.

Editing-While-Sleeping is a bad thing.

I'm doing some online editing work for an author based in Europe, so I've been pulling some late-nighters. The last time I had this document open, I decided I was WAY too tired & would go to bed. Then I opened the doc this evening and found... this... schemozzle.

 

For as long as I can remember, if I fall asleep typing or talking, I speak or write a disjointed version of my REM dreams. They tend to feature penguins or killer trees, but sometimes - well, I think this derailed right after "v.", and I have NO idea from which dark corner of my brain this slithered.