fun with Scott while he sleeps…
Scott: I love you…
Me: I love you too…
Scott: WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH THAT KEYBOARD?
Me: I’m not…?
Scott: Oh….I must be drunk…
Me: No you’re not, you’re fine.
Scott: OKEY-DOKEY!!
and he rolls over….meanwhile, I’m left wondering..okey-dokey? Scott never says that, WTF?
I’ve learned to just roll with his strange questions, and reassure him that the strange thing is not, in fact, happening, but okey-dokey is a new one…thank goodness we’re never boring!
When I lived with Bertrand, he used to write down some of the stranger things I said in my sleep. One night I announced quite firmly that “Brown paper bags have been placed on the dolls’ heads.”And there are a couple other less tasteful stories.Of course, I rarely remember my dreams, so I’m as mystified by this as anyone else. It would be interesting to find out what’s going through my mind when I’m asleep…
Um, let’s just NOT go there yet. I don’t know that I could handle knowing what’s going on in your head. :)