Drew: Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes.
Me: ?
Drew: That’s the aquarium…that’s it. Good thing.
Me: Okay.
(Pause)
Drew: It has two heads.
?!
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Sleep Talking 20
(I’m not 100% sure he was asleep; he may tell me later that this was all fully conscious. But I don’t think so.)
I got up at 3am to use the bathroom, and when I came back, this happened.
Drew: You okay?
Me: Yeah.
Drew: You sure?
Me: Yeah…I had a lot of tea right before I went to bed.
Drew: That is not good. That is NOT. GOOD. *snore*
(I knew it wasn’t a smart idea to down that whole cup of tea at 10:30, but I did it anyway. Because that’s how I roll.)
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Sleep talking 19
Drew: Look, what did you say?
Me: Nothing.
Drew: Look…What?
Me: No one said anything.
Drew: Okay.
Me: I didn’t say anything.
Drew: Okay.
Me: You’re crazy.
Drew: Okay.
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Sleep Talking Is Legal! (18!)
Twice in one week! Can you believe it?
Drew: You don’t know.
Me: ?
Drew: Why it goes from this one to the blue box.
Me: What goes?
Drew: *mumbles something that sounds like “wizards”*
Me: ?!? What?
Drew: Razors.
Me: …Oh.
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A Very Special Sleep Talking 17
So I’m fast asleep last night when all of a sudden Drew stands up.
At first I figure he’s just going to the bathroom, but he turns around and starts messing with the blankets, specifically the quilt on top. He appears to be trying to rotate it.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“How do I get these two? To stick together?” he says. He still looks like he wants to rotate the top one, so I find him a corner and hand it to him, and then he starts pulling it off the bed.
“Hey hey! What are you doing?” I say.
Then he pauses for a minute, says, “What am I doing?” and laughs and lies back down. At this point I figure he’s awake and knows how silly he was being.
Then he says, “I think I have too many suits of armor.”
“…What?”
“Too many…suits of armor…you know.”
“Where?”
“…Never mind.”
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Sweet Sleep Talking 16
Last night I woke from a dead sleep, parched with thirst. I fumbled for the water bottle next to the bed and enjoyed that middle-of-the-night drink of water that is always so so much better than a daytime drink of water. Why is that?
I must have made some kind of noise, because Drew said, “Is that…is that water?”
I handed it over. He drank all but a mouthful (terrible habit) and then handed it back, and said, “Now hurry, hurry, go back to sleep. Don’t waste it.”
This morning when the alarm went off, I said, “It’s 6:00. Are you getting up?”
He said, “Yes, turn the alarm off.”
I said, “No, I’m setting it to snooze.”
To which he replied (sounding totally hurt), “Aw, come on! Don’t be like that.”
Then I think we both slept for another 9 minutes.
For all I know, he was actually awake for both of these. I mean they’re not THAT farfetched.
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Sleep Talking, 15!
It’s recently been suggested to me that I’m making up these “sleep talkings.” Or that Drew is faking it. While neither is true, now I’m all paranoid. So that when this happened last night:
Drew: What about them? What about them?
Me: What about what?
Drew: …The ultimate terminator.
Me: …Really?
I wondered if he was faking it. I’ve been robbed of my blind trust.
Pretty sure this one was real, though. Pretty sure.
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#SleepTalking #BornIn1983
Last night Drew fell asleep while I started rereading The Hunger Games.
After about half an hour, I switched off the light, which startled/terrified him, after which, he told me:
Drew: I would have killed myself.
Me: No…don’t kill yourself.
Drew: If I’d been in the a’s.
Me: The what? (Thinking, “the baseball team?”)
Drew: The 80s. I’d be so scared. Things just happen, and then (muffled, muffled, muffled) and you just do.
This happens out of nowhere:
Drew: Where?
Me: What?
Drew sits up and picks up Practical Magic off of my bookshelf.
Drew: Should I have been saving the other letters?
Me: What letters?
Drew: From…never mind.
Drew puts down Practical Magic and lies back down.
Drew: It’s not real anyway.
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One Dozen Sleep Talkings, Ah-ah-ah
Drew: Oh.
Me: (thinking) Awww…that was cute.
Drew: R.
Me: (thinking) He’s clearly not talking to me at all.
Drew: 2.
Me: (thinking) Possibly he’s spelling out some kind of code?
Drew: So I guess… *sigh* He’s your enemy. (pause) Yeah.
Me: LOL
Drew: Hmm?
Adorable!
The Cameraphone Diaries 