The hubs and I are currently in Montana, plugging away at his goal of biking across the country.
The hubs gets tired with all of the biking, so has not been talking in his sleep. And I sleep soundly because of the hiking and traveling, so I don’t think I would wake up, even if he was chatting into the night.
Therefore, I don’t have anything funny to share about the hubs’ sleep talking. In a great switch, I have a story about MY sleep talking. Yes, that’s right – I have done things in my sleep. Only a handful of times in my whole life, but one of those times was just a few weeks ago.
I woke up sitting up in bed with the hubs holding my wrists talking to me, telling me it’s ok and to calm down. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew that I was MAD. Really, really mad.
Me (waking up and being very mad): What’s going on? What are you doing?
Hubs (speaking soothingly): It’s ok, you’re ok.
Me: I’m not ok! Why are you holding my wrists?!
Hubs: It’s ok, Sweetie. Just calm down.
Eventually the hubs calmed me down enough to explain that he woke up to me smacking him in the back. Really whacking him, hard as I could. So, he grabbed my arms and tried to calm me down, and that’s when I woke up, mad as a hornet. I don’t know what I was dreaming about, but something in my dreams had my temper awfully riled up.
After doing something so bizarre in my sleep, I can never get upset at the hubs for talking in his sleep!