Any dream about Disney must be a good dream

This week the hubs and I had the following conversation while he was asleep. Imagine him saying everything in an extremely serious voice; to his asleep brain, this was obviously a huge deal.

Hubs: Yeah.

Me: Hubs? Are you talking to me?

Hubs: Yeah, it’s just a bummer we lost the new… the new… new world.

Me: What, buddy? You lost “The New World”?

Hubs: What does that have to do with anything?

Me: Oh, I thought maybe you lost an account at work and you were bummed.

Hubs: Where did that suggestion even come from? Do you even know what you’re talking about? What does that have to do with Disney? (loud stage whisper) NOTHING. Really, that’s just a ridiculous idea. PACKAGING, that’s what’s really important.

At this point I was laughing so hard I had to bury my head under two pillows so as not to wake him up. He was so agitated about our conversation not having to do with Disney, you would have thought that I had spit in the face of the Mouse himself. My hubs, sticking up for commercialized rodents everywhere… but only in his sleep.