You know that period of time just as you’re falling asleep, when you think you’re still awake, but you “miss a step” or your SO tells you to stop snoring, even though you don’t hear it?
I was at that stage last night when I suddenly said, “Did you put the dog out?” I woke myself up.
We don’t have a dog. We’ve never had a dog. I’m afraid of dogs.
I wasn’t dreaming about a dog, I thought I was awake. It was as if the words just fell out of my mouth, like sleep drool.
My husband now thinks I’m strange. He still loves me, though.
I can sympathize. Sometimes when we’re falling asleep, my husband will stop speaking to me but the sleep makes me so confused that I just fill in his part in my head and keep speaking outloud. I’m not really conscious of what I’m saying. He woke me up laughing the other day because I said ‘It’s the eyes, they aren’t real. That’s what makes them different.’
Last night, my wife and I started watching Lost (season 2 on DVD) to catch up to the current stuff. The raft had failed because of the others and then Sawyer and Michael got back to shore. We went to bed not long after that. Once she woke me up to go make a bottle for Baby Small. That was cool. I went back to sleep and then she woke me up because he was crying and she said “the raft fell apart.” I asked what she meant and she kept repeating it. I gave Baby Small a pacifier and he was quieting down and she said something about the raft again…
Apparently, this morning, she remembered very little of this.
Must have been quite a night for strange dreams and talking in the sleep/twilight zone. Boyfriend, who is Franco-ontarian, althought perfectly and fluently bilingual, often talks in his sleep. (Actually, I talked about him in the butter extruder thread) Up until now its always been in English)
Last night he starts speaking french in his sleep. Now, I can understand MOST of what he says, when Im awake, he’s awake, Im paying attention, and my ears aren’t blocked. I heard just enough of sound and cadence to know he was talking, not snoring, and speaking french. I wake up fully, decide its time to drop the thermostat, and he wakes up asks “Was I snoring or talking”. When I tell him talking he said “It was in French, right?”
Yes, and apparently he was talking to a girl from highschool who was still pregnant 20 years later. He was concerned. (Not as concerned as she was, evidently)
An hour later I woke us up, I was dreaming and shouted out “No, you can’t smoke dishsoap here, my mom will smell it and catch you!”
IIRC, Einstien used to hold a problem in his mind and drift off with a key or a coin in his hand held above a pie tin so when it slipped he would wake up with, he hoped, some twilight-of-sleep insight into the problem.
This must be why the following exchange is at least a weekly occurance:
Husband: Snores
Me: Stop snoring.
Husband: I wasn’t snoring!
Me: You were. Roll over.
Husband: I wasn’t even asleep!
Me: So I suppose you snore when you’re awake now?
Husband: I couldn’t have been snoring!
Me: Are you calling me a liar? You think I woke you for fun? Just roll over!
I fell asleep on the couch (not uncommon) Tuesday night. My youngest woke me around 2:00 a.m. Before going upstairs to tend to her, I walked into the kitchen and got a ziplock sandwich baggie out. I went back to the living room and put the baggie on the endtable. I intended to use it to keep the imaginary PlayDoh I had been working with in my sleep from drying out.
Right. . .
