I fall into dream quickly, and anybody who has ever heard me fall into these dreams knows that I kinda talk in my sleep (at least, just as I am falling asleep), so it wasn't surprising when I heard myself mumbling, though I have no idea what I was saying. Fortunately, I think AH slept through it but I wonder what causes me to do this. I think, most of the time, that as I sleep, as I dream, I am talking to someone. This morning's conversation was with a close friend, but if you asked me what I was dreaming about, I couldn't tell you. All I know is that I was sitting across a table from him drinking coffee and enjoying a deep conversation, and answering questions aloud, because I could hear my voice being used in the awake world. It was strange, but also rather oddly comforting. In my dream, the conversation lasted hours. In the real world, I had to get up an hour later. I don't remember what was discussed, I don't remember if there was anything more than talking, but I do remember that I woke up an hour later, not realizing that I had hit snooze on my alarm clock 3 times, but feeling better rested and at peace.
So, now I am up with my granola and yogurt and coffee ready to face the world for another day, happy that I have friends to talk to... even if I am just talking to them in my sleep.
So, a rather thoughtful blog today about nothing incredibly important. I'm kind of rambly, but I am happy nonetheless. I hope all of you are too.
Post a Comment