My husband talks in his sleep. He’s especially prone to this when we are on vacation or camping with the kids. Sometimes I get a medical school lecture. Sometimes it’s work-related. Sometimes I get nonsense.
Sometimes he gives us a classic.
Who can forget this one?
“Watch out. I’m sailing my ship, the Oil Compactor…”
Or this oldie but goodie?
“A thousand dollars… Mwaaaaaaaaaaaah…”
Last night was pure gold–
“Ow. My shoulder-ator hurts. But nobody cares about me. (Sigh) Nobody cares…”