Well, the drooling may not be as bad as Lisa makes it appear to be (although I have changed tops a couple times) but the subjects of Lisa's slumbering speech should be documented. I suppose that's what I'm doing now.
One of my first recollections of her night chatter was our 2nd or 3rd night after our marriage in which she mumbled my name a few times and when I asked her what she wanted:
Lisa -The rabbits!
Casey - What rabbits?
Lisa - *whispered* Outside in the watermelons.
Casey - *giggling*
Lisa - They left a message for you in the produce section at Wal-Mart.
Often, throughout the year, during the darkest hours of the night, Lisa has ordered me around as she noted. This includes the commands: "to go back to your seat," "wait until the bell rings," "sit down," "be quiet (which is really hypocritical since I'm not talking and she is)," and "you have ten seconds to turn your paper into the inbox and get back to your desk."
Lisa also mentioned one of her more hilarious sleep snipets that I would like to elaborate:
Lisa - Are you having a bad dream?
Casey - No.
Lisa - Well, if you want you could come into mine and help the kids with their posters.
Casey - You're funny. (I thought she was joking)
Lisa - Start over on that side.......................mhrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmm.
Despite all these ramblings, I sleep better now than when I was single.
Although I could continue with plenty of other equally marvelous examples, I have to admit Lisa isn't alone in her sub-conscious problem-solving difficulties. I myself was having such a dream just last week. As you might have guessed, in my dream I was standing in line to enlist in an interstellar military campaign to defend the earth from marauding aliens. Happens all the time right? So when I get to the receptionist, I was politely told that I was physically incapable of enrollment due to my current "condition." Which was, of course, the fact that Lisa was lying on my shoulder in real life. So naturally, I decide that to do my part to save the planet I must wake up, push Lisa off, and then speak again with the receptionist. All of the steps I followed until I had pushed Lisa over, laid on my back, and with that hint of consciousness asked myself, "What!?"
1 comment:
Hahaha, well, where else WOULD the watermelons leave a message for you? That's hilarious. It reminds me of growing up with my sister--she had very imaginative sleep talkings/walkings too. One of the highlights had to be "I didn't KILL anyone!!!" Out of the blue one night...
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