ladama : This is sweet and funny, haha. I sleep talk very rarely! I vaguley remember Darling Husband waking me up in the middle of my talking. I guess I was freaking out about our puppy, not sure what was wrong but I was checking on her and patting our bed (sometimes she sleeps with us, this night she was in her crate). I guess I tried shrugging my husband off and he turned the light on (which also pissed off sleeping me) to prove the dog was not with us and to quit worrying.
mrsziggy : Darling Husband had night terrors when we were dating and would be staying at his parents house. His parents have also told me stories where they’d be woken up by him. His dog slept with him and they’ve opened his door to him holding the dog, wrapped in his comforter mumbling something like “they were getting us, I had to get Molly out.”
lauraspencer : OMG! When I was younger (like…. 7 years old I think) my parents said they woke up to me zooming back and forth down the hallways in the middle of the night. Back and forth and I guess I was saying the dinosaurs were getting me… they kept their bedroom door open and I did a running jump onto their bed, on top of my mom and tried to yell in her face about the dinosaurs but I projectile vomited instead. Luckily she somehow pushed my head to the side and not on top of her. I walked in their room the next morning asking why she was cleaning up a spot on the floor and they told me the story. Whoops.
sf618b : Hahaha, my husband is the same. I’ll usually stay up later reading or on my phone than him, maybe like 10-15mins later but he’ll be passed out. I might accidentally turn sound on a video or flip a page in my book and he’ll kinda wake up in a shocked way, give me a goofy-ass grin and just look all lovey dovey to me and tell me how much he loves me.
youmaysayimadreamer : THIS. My hubby would do something like this.
Another story… he sat up quickly in bed, I heard him get up and he tried to take the covers with him. I got pissed and was semi-hateful and said, “Knock it off, you’re taking all my covers!”
He huffs and throws his hands up, mumbles something and walks out of the room to the bathroom. Comes back into bed and just sits half on the bed and is still pointing towards the window directly across from our bed making big motions and he just looks at me and says, “So, I guess you’re okay with just leaving the truck in the side of the house?”
“There’s no truck babe, nothing ran into the house.”
“FINE! I guess we’ll just leave it there and have a big hole in the side of the house!” Lays down, rolls over mad at me and goes to bed.
APPARENTLY someone drove their truck into the side of our house that night, coincidentally into our bedroom.