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Date: 07 September 2004 13:42:38
My husband occassionally has very strange dreams and tells me about them as I hand him his morning cup of tea in bed (see what a nice wife I can be!). I say 'occassionally' but I suspect that the dreams are more frequent and that he only admits to the less strange ones.
This morning the conversation went like this:
'Good Morning, would you like to sit up and drink your tea?'
*shuffle shuffle... slurrp*
'Thanks. I dreampt that I was being attacked by face-eating monsters last night.'
*groan*
'I know...'
Doesn't anyone want to know how I know?
Well I'm telling you, anyway!
I know because he screamed and sat up in bed at about 4am this morning.
The night's events from my perspective involved been disturbed at 3am by Mitsy deciding that it would be nice to sleep next to me one side...
and then being disturbed again at 3:30 as four furry feet gently padded over my back and arm to faciliate her sleeping the other side of me (and next to him)...
and then being disturbed again at 4am by furry feet in my face as Mitsy dashes from the room, a loud cry from the body next to me and then a draft as the covers get rapidly rearranged as my husband sits bolt upright!
I did the calming 'there, there, it was only the cat' thing and then when back to sleep.
Nights are too short.
It was intereting to discover his perspective of the night's events.
FACE-EATING MONSTERS. Really!
I'd previously tried to explain to the cat that occupying a pillow that's already occupied will get her into trouble on day... it's just a pity for her, him and mostly me that that 'day' turned out to be the middle of last night.