Well, the move was great

We are all moved in and I am eager to start blogging here again, however, the last few weeks I have slept rather soundly. So much so, in fact that I can barely get out of bed in the morning.

However, there was one night when Chris leaned over and asked if I could feel that. That is the only bit of sleep talking that I can recall recently.

I think that I am going to stop blogging here. I have another blog that I keep up more frequently than this one, and it is easier to do because I don’t have to remember things from when I was sleeping (mostly). So, I think this will be my last post here. Thank you for being apart of this. I hope that you had some laughs, or at least some smiles. Au Revoir!

Pass the bag

Last night, Chris woke me up two different times due to his sleep talking activities. The first time, he sat up really fast and had his fists up like he was fighting someone (he refused to tell me why). However, right before he went back to sleep (me too) he asked me, “Aren’t you going to pass the bag?” This seemed familiar so I decided to go along with it for a bit. “Sure.” to which he replied, “Fine, I guess not.” I asked him why not and he said that it didn’t sound as if I knew what he was talking about.

Then a few hours later (I think) he woke me up again by sitting up really quick. When I told him to go back to sleep, he laid down facing the wall, but then explained to me that we couldn’t go out that way because it was blocked and that we had to go the other way. I was too tired at this point to play along and told him “Good night.” (silly hubby)

Moving on . . .

So I haven’t posted in a while. Sorry about that. I have been super busy with school that I haven’t had too much time to blog. However, there is good news, we have set up our video camera each night for about a week, so I will have to go through it and get some good stuff up here.

Earlier this week, I got a distinct feeling that I needed to start packing our things so that we could move. Of course, at the time, I had to finish my homework first (tests and projects from several classes due this week), so it wasn’t an immediate option. We don’t exactly know where we are moving yet, but we are going to see a possible candidate tomorrow. It has a washer/dryer and dishwasher and it looks really nice. We really hope it works out (we especially love the washer/dryer part – Laundromats stink! ). If this apartment does work out, then I probably won’t be posting here too much until after we move in (boxes unpacked and all). This makes me a little sad, but I will be kept really busy with packing, and I’ll still be in school and we are also planning a vacation in April, so I don’t think that we will physically moving until beginning to mid May. Can you say “CRAZY!” ?

Duck & Cover!

Last night, I mostly slept quite soundly, but there was one instance where I was awakened by Midnight Chatter. I heard Chris say “I think it is [bleeding] down there” (I later discovered that he really said “[blinking] down there”). He then proceeded to get out of bed to “check it out” I thought by this time he was awake, but apparently not fully. I covered my eyes because I thought he was going to turn on the light, but I guess he had other plans. The next thing I new, the bed was moving! Chris was actually moving the bed. I guess I can see some sort of logic there because our bed, particularly the side he is on, is up against the wall. I had to ask him several times why the heck he was moving our bed. It wasn’t until after he got back into bed that he said in sort of a laughing tone (I thought it was as if he was awake now and just realized what he did) “I thought there was a bomb.”

Wow. What do you say to that? I am pretty sure that I don’t know anyone who would want to kill us, especially in such a loud/terrorist sort of way, so needless to say, I wasn’t worried that there was a real bomb threat in my bedroom last night. Besides, according to many of the movies and television shows that I have seen, bombs make that annoying ticking noise (“What is that mysterious ticking noise?”)

I have made a decision

I decided that Chris doesn’t sleep walk or talk often enough for me to post regularly, so I am going to include some of my bizarre dreams (sleep dreams) to the blog. I remember them more often than not (or at least parts of them) and I did call this blog “Adventures in Slumberland,” so I am not violating anything by doing that. I will label each of the different posts in case you are in the mood for one and not the other.

So for my first dream post, last night I was doing some finger spelling (American Sign Language) before I drifted off. Sure enough, I found myself finger spelling in my dream. I really don’t know what I was actually dreaming about, but I was finger spelling within this dream. I found that quite amusing. 

Snake?

So my husband has been talking in his sleep a lot lately, but the last few times I woke up the next morning and couldn’t remember a thing that he said, only that it happened.

Last night however, was not the case

I was awakened to my husband saying, “Don’t move.” I looked over and he was on his hands and knees “looking” at his pillow.

When I asked him what he was doing, he said there was a snake in the bed. I told him it was time to go back to bed. When he laid down, it was as close to me as he could get. When I asked him to scoot back over to his side, he said that there wasn’t enough room. I think that he still thought that there was a snake over there.

Sleepy conversations

Yet another night of talking from my husband. I decided that he likes the word “What?” Last night, however, he followed it with a “This? Then he sat up and stared at me for a second or two. I waited to see what he would do next, but he just sat there and stared. So, I asked him what he was doing.

{Chris} “Waiting for you to show me.” Of course he was.

{me} “Show you what?”

{Chris} “The thing that you said you would show me.”

{me} “I said that I was going to show you something? When?”

{Chris} “Just a second ago.”

{me} “No I didn’t.”

{Chris} “Fine.” He said this as if totally disappointed and put out that I wouldn’t show him. :(

{me} “Sorry honey, but it is bedtime and you need to go back to sleep.”

I actually wasn’t sure if I had said that right because can a person really go back to sleep when they are sleep walking/talking and they may have not awakened yet?

What is that? . . . I forgot

So last night, my husband was quite the chatter box. However, I was so exhausted that I do not remember everything that he said, word for word. What I do remember is that he sat up, said a lot of unintelligible stuff, then patted the blanket and asked what it was (“That would be a blanket), then he touched the pillow that I had between my knees and asked what that was. (“Of course, that would be a pillow”). After that, it was more unintelligibility (that could be due to my strong desire to go back to sleep at that particular moment).

Half Awake . . . or is it Half Asleep?

So I woke up, in the middle of the night again, to find Chris sitting up and looking at me. The first thing he said (that I recall clearly) was, “My hand was by your head.” as he reached across me to put his hand on the corner of the bed and near my face. “I was playing with your hair,” he said, “but you smacked my hand away.” I don’t remember that happening, but if he was playing with my hair, I knew he must have been asleep. Then he kept saying some nonsense about me moving my head. I thought he meant that I was too close to him, so I scooted over and asked if he was happy now. “ No, I mean seriously, move your head.” He had been lifting my pillow and wanted to look on the side where my head was apparently. After this incident, I was getting really annoyed and I said, “You are so going on by blog in the morning.” By then Chris started to proclaim that he was awake, as if I was doing him some sort of injustice putting him on my blog (since this blog is about him in the first place). Whenever he claims he is awake, I cannot believe him, because he says it no matter if he is or not. I knew that the only way to know for sure was to wait until morning and ask him what he remembered. Apparently he remembered some parts, so he figured he must have been half awake or something.

A few hours later, I had turned over from being on my side, to being on my back and found myself rubbing shoulders with Chris. He says, “Now do you see what I mean?” I told him that I only knew that he was really close to me, it was really hot, and I hadn’t moved toward him. Apparently he was completely asleep for that part because he doesn’t remember.

A New Game

Around five o’clock this morning, I was awakened by a rather loud “What?” Not sure if my hubby was awake or not, I didn’t reply to his question. I didn’t have to wait long before his next bout of restless chatter came “I don’t understand. . . ” It makes me wonder sometimes what he dreams about. The third and final phrase that he uttered in his sleep last night was this, “ . . . this new spiral game.” What is that, you may be asking, and to tell you the truth, I simply have no idea. he just says the most random things. I remember one night, not too long after we were married, he said something about “Spider silhouettes.” You just never know what the man is going to say next.

ZZZzzzzzzz……..

Sorry, no funny stories, but recently, my husband has been snoring nearly every night. This morning he complained to me that I kicked him multiple times throughout the night. I could only reply that if he hadn’t been snoring, I wouldn’t have been kicking him. He tried to tell me that I woke him up each time I kicked him, but he woke me up every time he started to snore. I think that makes us even :).

He usually isn’t a snorer so something must have changed that made him start. he thinks it might be because it is dry so we will try using the humidifier tonight, see how that works.

What does it all mean?

So the other night, I was awakened to my husband talking, in his sleep of course. I looked over at him and he was lying there on his back with his arms out in front of him, waving them around and mumbling. The only intelligible thing that he said was “What does it mean?” to which I replied, “It means that you need to go back to sleep.” Fortunately for me, it actually worked :)

Hello!

My name is Marci, and I am a spouse of a sleepwalker/talker. Fortunately, this does not occur every night, but when it does, it is pretty funny afterwards (at the time, not so much because it disturbs my beauty sleep) ;)

I wish that I would have thought of this sooner, because there are many funny stories that have already happened. I’ll go ahead and relay some of those to you.

One night after I had reorganized our bedroom, I wake up to see my husband get up and walk over to our closet (which did not have a door of any kind). Curious, I continued to watch him, wondering what in the heck he was doing. He proceeded to pick up a crate of some odds and ends and place it on the floor. When I inquired what he was doing, his response was, “I’m helping this lady up the stairs.” He then turned back to the closet. I feared he was going to destroy my organization, so I had to coax him back into bed.

Another time, not too long ago, I awoke because he had thrown all of the blankets on top of me, I looked over and he was standing on our bed (our bed was also against a wall on his side – that is what has to happen in a small apartment) and he is against the wall with his arms out to the side, the way you see in the movies when they sneak along a wall in an alley or something. I asked him what he was doing and he assured me that he was just moving out of “this guy’s” way. I am pretty sure that I would know if someone other than my husband was in my bedroom in the middle of the night. He looked so funny, I just had to laugh.

More recently, I was awakened from my quiet slumber to hear my husband ask me, “Are you dreaming of me, because I am dreaming of you.” As cute as that was to hear, I knew that he had to be asleep.

Sometimes I am not sure whether he is asleep or not. Asking him doesn’t do any good because whether he is or not, the answer is always “Yes I am awake.”

He goes to the bathroom, gets a drink of water, and a myriad of other things, while asleep and it isn’t until the next morning and I ask him about it that I find out he was really asleep.

Sometimes I wake up to find him leaning over me just looking at me. It happened one time after we had only been married a short while. I think he is very fortunate that I didn’t freak out. I laid there, very still and asked him if he was ok. He said that he was, but that he was worried about me. I had to assure him I was fine before he would go back to bed.

It can sometimes be an adventure going to sleep at our house. I never know what will happen in the middle of the night.

I hope that you enjoy these stories and feel free to share similar stories with me as well. Good night!