Sometimes I remember my dreams; sometimes not. I really wish I could remember the one that prompted me to grab Ed and shake him awake while telling him “Don’t make the pancakes!”
Sometimes I remember my dreams; sometimes not. I really wish I could remember the one that prompted me to grab Ed and shake him awake while telling him “Don’t make the pancakes!”
I remember working at my computer late one night while my young wife slept with her back to me. Now, she talks in her sleep sometimes and I have the irritating (and entertaining) tendency to prompt conversation when she starts.
This night she begins mumbling. I turn and say, “Is there something wrong honey? C’mon, you can say it.”
She then announced someone had taken her shoe. “What shoe?” I pushed.
She then reached over her head, still not facing me, and said while poking her pillow, “My shoe! Someone has taken my burnt shoe!”
With a huge grin on my face I pushed even farther. “Where do you think they took it, honey?”
With almost mechanical precision, she sat straight up, looked at me eyes wide and said accusingly (looking dead at me), “You wouldn’t understand!”
She flopped back down dead asleep.