A certain Mr. Isom that I know has always been a very amusing sleeper. I discovered when we were first married that he was a sleep-talker. I'm realizing now that I should have written down some of the humorous things he's said while asleep, because I've already forgotten a lot of them, probably because he's slowed down and hasn't done it as much recently as he used to. During med school there was lots of medical jargon, and often if I could figure out the topic enough, I could join in and keep him going. I could tell when I'd gotten off track though because he would frown and roll over - conversation ended.
One night I remember feeling movement in the bed - so I looked over and I see Ryan with his arms straight up in the air, his hands moving as if he were knitting or something. I didn't know he was asleep and I just said, "What are you doing?" He replied, "Making it." "Making what?" I asked. "Our new couch," he said, as if, duh, of course that was what he was doing. And yes, we were currently couch hunting. Love it. Maybe he thought we were too poor to buy one.
Fast forward to now. The head of our bed is right by our window. We have vertical blinds, and each piece of blind is clipped in at the top. Well, a few weeks ago we saw the new Batman movie. Sometime in the middle of the night, I remember feeling a piece of blind come crashing down across my face. I looked over and Ryan and I exchanged confused looks as he pulled the blind off and put it on the floor and we both went back to sleep (although there was an annoying spot of light coming in that kept hitting me right in the eye all night).
In the morning I remembered, and was like, "Yeah, what was with that blind coming off last night?"
"I pulled it off," Ryan said.
"What? I thought it just fell down."
"No, it was me. I just remember thinking I had to get it. I had to reach up and pull it off."
"Like you were on a mission or something and that was your quest?"
"Were you having Batman dreams?" I asked.
With his sheepish little-boy look, Ryan answered, "Yeah, I think so."
Well, last night, I happened to still be awake. This time I look over to see Ryan with a rather contented look on his face reach up and just start swinging his hands through the blinds, sending them crashing around into each other. It was funny that he was so amused by this and I really wanted to laugh, except I didn't want to wake him up and spoil his fun. Then I saw his hands start to hone in on a couple of individual pieces and clamp down. Knowing what was coming I reached over and gently caught a hold of his arms and said very nicely, "Don't do that, ok?" He finally opened his eyes, confused, my face right up in his, and said, "I don't know where I am," rolled over, and went back to sleep.
I kind of wish he still talked in his sleep as much as he used to. It's just so amusing.