Tags: sleep talk

true story

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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...

sleep talk

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."
little brown bird

blue moon diner drive-in

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.