Jim came in to check on me while I was napping.
I don't know what I was dreaming about, but I asked him why he had ordered the double booked full wide english breakfast...
Just before he woke up, jim leaned over and said,
"Thank you for helping me with the pork atoms."
Tonight on sleepwalking theater- Jim just got up, walked around the bed and removed the blanket from my feet. When I asked him what he was doing, he replied, "I wanted to see where the raspberry jam came from."
Jim often speaks to me in his sleep. Last night I threw the blankets back to get up and turn over and this uncovered part of him.
I kissed him on the hip and he said "It matches my butt!"
Ok. I asked what matched, and he told me, "The Blue Moon Diner Drive-in."
A moment of silence, and then "I had it when I was a kid."
"You have a blue moon diner drive in that matched your butt?" I asked
To Jim, the important word in that sentence was "Have."
"No, I *HAD* one."
I then repeated the phrase back to him several times, and he just kept telling me. ""Not have - had!" Eventually adding "It was a metal one. From a set of small metal toys."
I decided to try a different route. "Honey, stop thinking about *Had* and just think about that sentence."
another moment of silence. then:
"Can we forget this conversation ever happened?"
Not likely. I've been remarking on his Blue Moon Diner Drive-In all day.