Talking in your sleep...
So I am getting better at this two-a-day posting stuff, but a subject hit me last night while I was on the phone with my parents that they even said was "bloggable". This one's about my husband's sleeping habits and the hilarity that ensues on a normal basis.
First of all, Casey talks, and occasionally walks, in his sleep. Japan has been no exception- although he's done more talking than anything. Our tic-tac sized bed is really starting to get on my last nerve, and maybe also because I wake up so easily and it takes forever for me to go back to sleep. I just seem to always end up waking up because Casey has something to say. :)
Anyway, on to the good stuff. The first time I remember Casey talking in his sleep was once in college... he pulled an all-nighter at the lab, and came to my dorm room to nap until we would go to breakfast in the morning. Well he was apparently doing a homework problem in his head, because he started yelling out "524973..." and then "L over V! L over V!" which is apparently some type of equation or something he was doing. There was another time he said something about Bill Clinton and oranges.
The one time I have seen him walk in his sleep was right after we first got married. We had gone out with some friends that night and had had a little bit to drink. Casey got up around 4 a.m. and walked to the end of the bed. It looked like he was going to go to the bathroom or something so I asked him if he was okay, and he turned around and walked out into the hallway. I laid in bed expecting to hear him in the bathroom at some point, but after a few minutes I didn't hear anything. When I walked out and looked in the bathroom, he wasn't there. Turns out he was sitting up on our futon in the living room, with his legs and arms spread out. His head was back against the wall and his mouth was wide open. I walked over and touched his leg and asked if he was okay, and he sat straight up with his eyes open wide and just looked at me with this freaky look on his face- the light was coming through the window in this eerie way and I got a little freaked out so I started hitting him in the leg like, 'Casey.... Casey... are you okay?"... he just got up and walked back to the bedroom and then laid down at an angle on the bed so I had to try and move him over just to get in. He didn't remember the event at all.
More recently, he started talking about Lego Land and building a cable convertor or something... and he was telling me about taking electrons from Planet Earth and how it was too complicated to explain so I would have to look it up. That was was entertaining because he was rambling in his sleep... normally I don't get many explanations for what he's talking about.
This week, I have only heard him say "That is a bad answer". However the other night, I was asleep and I started dreaming that there was an earthquake.. then I woke up and the bed was shaking. I started freaking out, but then I realized that it was just Casey, having a 'puppy dream' (like Charley does when his legs start moving)... he was apparently dreaming about running because his feet were kicking thru the sheets and it was making the bed bounce around. I'm glad though- I really thought it was the Big One. :)
Surely there will be more to write about on this topic before I leave Japan. I'll add more later.
-Ash
First of all, Casey talks, and occasionally walks, in his sleep. Japan has been no exception- although he's done more talking than anything. Our tic-tac sized bed is really starting to get on my last nerve, and maybe also because I wake up so easily and it takes forever for me to go back to sleep. I just seem to always end up waking up because Casey has something to say. :)
Anyway, on to the good stuff. The first time I remember Casey talking in his sleep was once in college... he pulled an all-nighter at the lab, and came to my dorm room to nap until we would go to breakfast in the morning. Well he was apparently doing a homework problem in his head, because he started yelling out "524973..." and then "L over V! L over V!" which is apparently some type of equation or something he was doing. There was another time he said something about Bill Clinton and oranges.
The one time I have seen him walk in his sleep was right after we first got married. We had gone out with some friends that night and had had a little bit to drink. Casey got up around 4 a.m. and walked to the end of the bed. It looked like he was going to go to the bathroom or something so I asked him if he was okay, and he turned around and walked out into the hallway. I laid in bed expecting to hear him in the bathroom at some point, but after a few minutes I didn't hear anything. When I walked out and looked in the bathroom, he wasn't there. Turns out he was sitting up on our futon in the living room, with his legs and arms spread out. His head was back against the wall and his mouth was wide open. I walked over and touched his leg and asked if he was okay, and he sat straight up with his eyes open wide and just looked at me with this freaky look on his face- the light was coming through the window in this eerie way and I got a little freaked out so I started hitting him in the leg like, 'Casey.... Casey... are you okay?"... he just got up and walked back to the bedroom and then laid down at an angle on the bed so I had to try and move him over just to get in. He didn't remember the event at all.
More recently, he started talking about Lego Land and building a cable convertor or something... and he was telling me about taking electrons from Planet Earth and how it was too complicated to explain so I would have to look it up. That was was entertaining because he was rambling in his sleep... normally I don't get many explanations for what he's talking about.
This week, I have only heard him say "That is a bad answer". However the other night, I was asleep and I started dreaming that there was an earthquake.. then I woke up and the bed was shaking. I started freaking out, but then I realized that it was just Casey, having a 'puppy dream' (like Charley does when his legs start moving)... he was apparently dreaming about running because his feet were kicking thru the sheets and it was making the bed bounce around. I'm glad though- I really thought it was the Big One. :)
Surely there will be more to write about on this topic before I leave Japan. I'll add more later.
-Ash
posted by Ashley at 1/27/2006
2 Comments:
This is the funniest! I'll refer all my friends to it. Carol Cole already thinks she knows you from your blogs. Carol was a member of SR. CLASS but moved to the Ozarks. She and her husband are here until sometime in April and will return. She's funny. Loves funny stuff like this blog.
Pops
Thanks Dad! :)
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