-Ella Fitzgerald, “Paper Moon”
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Last night I was having a dream in which Kirsten, the acclaimed cat burglar, was about to pull a Great Christmas Caper on us and rob us blind. I was awakened from this dream at 2:39am.
Drew was laughing hysterically, face down in the pillow. I asked him what was so funny.
I had to ask him several more times, because he was laughing so hard, I couldn’t understand what he was saying.
Finally he got out:
“These people…had no eyebrows…so Jeffrey drew them on.”
What people?
“The people staying at the hotel.”
And he was still laughing about it. I couldn’t help laughing too. But then I made some notes and then went back to sleep. I miss sleep talking. And sleep laughing is even better! Even if he can’t remember the joke when he wakes up.
This is the first sleep talking post since last June!
(Honestly I think the reason why is that I don’t stay up so much later than Drew anymore…so I’m not bothering him and making him say weird things to me.)
But last night, I was finishing a book on my kindle, so this happened.
Drew: Wedding.
Me: I’m sorry?
Drew: Wedding…That’s the theme.
Me: Of?
Drew: Of the wedding.
Me: Who picked that theme?
Drew: I don’t know. It’s down by the pier. That’s where the home is.
Me: Oh, okay.
Drew: Can I get anything for you?
Me: No, I’m good.
Drew: Okay.
Me: …Good night?
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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.
The Cameraphone Diaries 
