Friday, September 18, 2009

A sleepwalking/talking husband...

I meant to mention this story last week, but it completely slipped my mind. Now you will be able to have the pleasure of getting another glimpse into our lives through my telling you of a situation that occurred last week upon our return from Lake Powell.

I was sleeping soundly and hard as a rock when all of a sudden, I was awoken by Michael reaching over, grabbing my arm, and yanking me up into a sitting position on the bed. A bit confused and frustrated, I turned to him and said, "What are you doing?!? What's the matter?!?"

He replied, "You fell off the boat and into the water, so I had to reach in and pull you out!"

I told him, "We aren't on the water and we're no longer at Lake Powell on a boat! We're at home in our bed! Goodness, can we go back to sleep?"

He said, "Okay", layed back down, rolled over, and went to sleep.

Funny experience of my night and week. It has grown to be more and more hilarious the more I think about it. I always knew he was a sleepwalker/talker but this is by far the most extreme thing he has ever done during sleeping hours. [Apart from the one incident during our first month of marriage when he got up and showered at 1 a.m. because he thought it was 7, tee hee.]

Sweet Michael, he just has such a vivid imagination, and for some reason it really loves to manifest itself in interesting ways while others are sleeping. Usually it's just gibberish that he speaks or something about computers and databases, but other times, I am delighted to experience even more fun!

1 comment:

  1. Heehee ...that is an awesome story. I'm glad you shared that with the world.

    So, I got a 92 on the test. Not bad. I'm pretty excited about it. Especially cause I'm better than average! How'd you do?