I had some weird dreams last night. Most I can't remember, but a few of their details linger enough to make me wonder what I had eaten before bed to make such strangeness materialize in my subconscious. One particular dream that happened after the "sock ninja" incident, which I'll inform you of next, was that I delivered my twins at the hospital and we were being discharged and DH came to pick us up in a Prius. He had "surprised" me by trading in our Pilot (eight passengers) for a Prius (four passengers) after I delivered twins bringing our total family members to six. Needless to say, I was irate in the dream, but still woke up happy because I had a dream about my babies!! I can't wait for them. March 19th cannot come soon enough, I say.
So, while the dreams were strange, my real life sleep actions last night were definitely stranger. I woke up around 4 a.m. and realized I was clutching onto a tube of chap stick in one hand and one of DH's socks in the other. How random is that?! Bear in mind, I went to sleep with neither. What's even funnier is that DH was missing a sock when he woke up! WTF? Did I strip him of his sock in the middle of the night? Where did the chap stick come from? Am I sleep walking? As my good friend Kara brought up, am I talking while I'm carrying on these strange antics? I need some sleep surveillance at the very least.
I'm so Raoul Duke sometimes...
