I was half asleep but it happened pretty much like this:
Sylvia: Honey, wake up.
Phollower: What?
Sylvia: There's blood all over my pillow.
Phollower: What? (I still haven't opened my eyes yet. My compassion knows no bounds at 3 am.)
Sylvia: I don't know if my nose is bleeding or what but there's blood all over my pillow.
Phollower: (I've now opened my eyes to discover it's pitch black in our bedroom) How can you tell?
Sylvia: *pause* I don't know.
Cue snoring from Sylvia's side of the bed.
Even through such trauma I can fall back to sleep almost immediately.
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Dare I ask what was on the pillow?
At least she didn't scare the shit out of you by yelling FIRE! FIRE! WAKE UP THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!
And limpy, they have 4 cats and 2 dogs, I'm absolutely sure you don't want to ask what was on the pillow.
Limpy & Zoe: There was absolutely nothing on the pillow. Except Sylvia's meandering little brain, that is.
The only dream I recall from that night was that we were all (Zoe, B.P., Phollower, and I, no Limpy unfortunately) at a casino. It was quieter in the casino than in the hall outside, so I did not want to go into the hall. You guys kept trying to get me to go into the hall. I kept wondering why it was so quiet in the casino and whether Zoe was going to cry.
I talk all the time in my sleep. It's usually things like, "NO NO", which can only make me think that in my dreams, I am a tiny little Asian man who doesn't know any English.
I can assure you that I would cry.
I feel so left out.
Sorry Limpy. Maybe you can be there next time. I don't control the dreams - I just have them. Believe me if I controlled them, you'd be there. I have a sneaking suspicion you would add quite a bit of entertainment.
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