This man of mine is a laugh a minute! He twisted his ankle and limped or sat in his recliner while I waited on him all day. I went to bed before 10:00, so he turned off his Netflix flick that has lots of grunting, groaning, and violence in it, perpetrated by a drug lord and a queen. He came to bed early.
It takes me a while to fall asleep. Not him. He was snoring two minutes after his head hit the pillow. I was watching the news when he shouted, "Come on! Come on! Come on!"
I asked, "ME?"
"Yes."
"Where are we going?"
"To blow up trailers."
"With people in them?"
"No empty. Come on! BLOW. IT. UP!"
I think he watches too much TV. He does not usually talk in his sleep.
Few minutes later he woke himself coughing. I asked, "Are we still blowing up trailers?"
"NO! We did that yesterday."
At least he's following a time line.
4 comments:
Too funny!
Heh, heh! At least you are having a fun adventure blowing up peopleless trailers. Hick requested my help while sleep-talking. I asked what he was doing that needed help. "Pulling this wire out of my head."
"Hopefully, his ankle is well. In my family we're all 'neto' sleepers: no snoring, no sleep-talking, no sleep-walking.
Oh, that crazy Sasquatch. Maybe he needs to watch some other kind of shows, so his sleeptalking and dreams are different...
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