sleep talking
Patty does not, really, talk in her sleep. Occasionally, if I go to bed after her she'll bitch slightly when I come to bed ("You took so looooong") and not remember it in the morning, but that's about it.
Last night, when I got in bed after staying up to do some work, she giggled in her sleep. After a pause, she giggled again. I figured it would settle down in a moment and I'd tease her about it today.
Then she said, very loudly, "Shaved turtle."
"What?"
"Shaved. Turtle," she explained, as if I was being particularly obtuse.
"Honey, you don't shave turtles," I said, starting to think this whole thing was sounding rather dirty.
She frowned. "Politics," she said. Clearly, I was still being obtuse.
I figured at that point I had two choices: keep questioning her, perhaps futilely, until she made some sense, or do what Jack does in every story where Owen accidentally shoots Ianto with an alien tranquilizer dart (something which happens with amazing frequency), and just suggest some damn sleep instead.
"Okay. You can tell me about it tomorrow. But you should go to sleep now."
"Okay," she said cheerfully, and then was back asleep in a few minutes.
This morning I find out she was dreaming we were discussing James Carville, whose name she could not remember.
"You know," she said, "that guy on CNN who looks like a bug."
Last night, when I got in bed after staying up to do some work, she giggled in her sleep. After a pause, she giggled again. I figured it would settle down in a moment and I'd tease her about it today.
Then she said, very loudly, "Shaved turtle."
"What?"
"Shaved. Turtle," she explained, as if I was being particularly obtuse.
"Honey, you don't shave turtles," I said, starting to think this whole thing was sounding rather dirty.
She frowned. "Politics," she said. Clearly, I was still being obtuse.
I figured at that point I had two choices: keep questioning her, perhaps futilely, until she made some sense, or do what Jack does in every story where Owen accidentally shoots Ianto with an alien tranquilizer dart (something which happens with amazing frequency), and just suggest some damn sleep instead.
"Okay. You can tell me about it tomorrow. But you should go to sleep now."
"Okay," she said cheerfully, and then was back asleep in a few minutes.
This morning I find out she was dreaming we were discussing James Carville, whose name she could not remember.
"You know," she said, "that guy on CNN who looks like a bug."
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