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?"
"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.