We had a lovely weekend away - photos to follow soon when I get my act together enough to download them. Again, it was one of those weekends with the odd dreaming and the bizarre talking in my sleep made the first conscious conversations each morning pretty peculiar.
Just after midnight Saturday night, I felt the need to tell the boy what I thought was wrong with Lindsay Lohan, and how he needed to stop being a bad influence on her. Apparently I wasn't very helpful explaining who she was or what was wrong with her. He still doesn't understand what I was talking about. Not sure that I do either.
Sunday morning we were doing that doze, read, doze thing that makes Sunday morning so lovely when you don't have to get up if you don't want to. I admit that I was doing more sleeping than reading. I got quite agitated at one point, and told him that we had to go to church. He tried to calm me down, and told me that church was over for the day. That's when I told him God was mad with him. Every church we drove past after that, he offered to stop for me. Helpful.
Sunday night in my dream I got stuck in my gmail inbox. It didn't matter what I did but whenever I spoke to someone they got a star next to them, and it was like the simpsons episode when homer disappears into the third dimension. I could move my arms and the inbox moved with them. Freaky. At least I wasn't the only one having odd dreams - he dreamt that I was yelling at him because he hadn't cleaned up his bedroom. The funniest part is that I've never met anyone with a tidier bedroom than him (and we won't talk about my messy bedroom!)
Monday morning he was trying to convince me that waking up for breakfast in bed was a good idea. Nah, wasn't interested. I did ask him to promise that we wouldn't call our children Sapphire and Kevin though. He thinks I'm nuts.
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Well he can't complain you're not entertaining when you sleep, right?!
By the way, you're not by any chance taking Stilnox are you? I'm sure you've read about it in the press.... can cause similar symptoms to what you're describing.
Glad you had a happy weekend despite the sleep talk!
Wow! How very entertaining you are! The most I've ever done in my sleep is scootched my boyfriend off the other side by commandeering an inch at a time throughout the night.
I don´t have anyone that can report on my talking in my sleep right now. Which is bad, because I won´t know about it. But it´s good because I won´t have to get so curious...
Nope, no Stilnox or any sleeping drugs for me. I've always talked in my sleep - mum still treasures a recording of me singing in my sleep when I was about three. Why jellybeans needed to camp in a jellybean oven is beyond me now, but I'm sure it made a world of sense then.
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I think that dream meant something ;) Haha! Sapphire and Kevin huh? That's hell better than the "bubba and pokie" my bf threatened me before to name our kids -- after all, i'll be laying in the operating room with zero energy after giving birth, and he's the one to fill up the hospital forms!
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