If you've spent more than 10 minutes ever talking to my husband, you know that I talk in my sleep. I even sleep walk. Have for years. Don't know when I do it or what causes me to get up in dream sleep and incorporate waking life.
Strange.
For those of you who suffer from "vivid sleep" as I do (I made that up... you won't find that on Wikipedia) you know how awful it is... you can't help it!
During pregnancy was the worst. I could swear there were bugs and spiders crawling and leaping at me in my sleep. When I tried to show Eric they were REALLY there and not just a figment of my imagination, they were gone... but ready to come out again as soon as Eric rolled over back to sleep.
Poor Eric.
Many a night he has awoken to my screams and scrabbling out of bed to avoid a figment of my imagination.
Just the other night Jude came into our room in the middle of the night. Not so much as a peep out of him... course I wouldn't be able to hear him over my talking. He climbed up and snuggled down by our feet.
What's the dog doing down there? He's not supposed to be on the bed. My feet... I can't move my feet. My legs are aching... I need to stretch them... but that stupid dog is laying right there...
BUMP!
What the h--- was that!?
Eric and I both shot up in bed. For once the figment of my imagination was REAL! Sort of.
Poor Jude.
He was crying... jerked awake from a sound sleep by getting kicked off the bed.
Oops.
3 comments:
i laughed so hard, i could imagine that so easily because he sure does like to climb up beds now doesn't he...
that oops at the end keeps me laughing harder than what i already am
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