Dreaming in Living Color

As previously noted in this very blog, Wil does the strangest things in his sleep. Most of these strange things stem from his dreams.

For instance, a few nights ago he went to bed before me. I came into the room, climbed into bed and was just turning out the light when he opened his eyes, squinted at me and said, "how do they make it so yellow?" Completely confused, I said, "what?" "It's so yellow." "What???" "Never mind." "No really, what do you mean it's yellow." To which he responded with uninterpretable mumblings, rolled over and went back to sleep.

He was dreaming, although he can't remember what about and all I know is that whatever his dream was about, it must have been excessively yellow.

While we were in Disneyland, and sleeping at the amazingly wonderful Hilton with a bedroom, full bathroom and living room/desk area/sink and fridge area that were all separate from each other and that had one of the MOST comfortable beds ever, especially for a hotel and that we only paid $50/night for because we got it on Priceline.com....

Sorry, I got distracted. While we were in Disneyland I was innocently sleeping on my side of the bed. The covers were over me, but I wasn't hogging them like usual - I just had my fair share amount. I was minding my own business when suddenly the covers were violently ripped off of me and thrown on the floor.

Wil wasn't using them. In the process of ripping the covers off of me, he ripped them off of himself as well. I woke up, perturbed by the sudden an uncalled for loss of covers. So, I did what any normal, loving wife would do. I poked Wil and said, somewhat groggily, "give me back the covers." Please imagine me half propped up on my elbow, eyes squinting from just having been woken up and highly annoyed. Wil, "what?"

Yes, I am noticing a trend about how profound we are in our sleep... "Give me back the COVERS," please read this statement in a somewhat whiny, sleepy and nasally voice. "What?" "The COVERS. You STOLE the COVERS!" "Oh."

Apparently, he was having a dream that he was stuck on a ride at Disneyland and couldn't get off. The covers must have been the safety bar or door to the ride because he was finally able to rip it open and free himself from the ride. So after he woke up enough to figure out what I was saying, he told me his dream, I giggled, he restored the covers to their rightful place and I went back to sleep.

I don't think I've ever known someone who acted out their dreams. I would love to watch him run in his sleep...maybe I'll put in a request! :-)