"We used to play this game with Dad," Stepson once told me. "He would fall asleep while we were sitting on the couch, and I'd wake him up and ask him what he was dreaming. It was so funny. He has the weirdest dreams!"Well, tonight I thought I'd try it.
"What are you dreaming?" I asked Husband right after he fell asleep.
"Someone was in a car giving me guff," he replied sleepily.
Huh. Where did he come up with that? Dreams are supposed to process the stuff of our day. Our day was spent sitting in a teacher inservice in Spokane, listening to an expert talk about improving student learning. Then we made the three-hour drive home, during which I drove and no one gave us guff.
Soon a twitch told me he'd just fallen asleep again. "What are you dreaming?" I asked.
"It was about washing some dresses," he said. Then he added: "And the people were still in them."
For Pete's sake! I busted out laughing, which I'm sure didn't serve to calm him for his next attempt at sleep.
"What are you dreaming?" I asked, as soon as the heavy breathing told me he'd conked out again.
"I don't know," he said sleepily. "It was chaotic."
I guess it would be, if your wife were waking you up every two minutes to ask you what you were dreaming. He's now being allowed to snore peacefully.
Until next time.
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