On Sleep Talking.

June 16, 2013 - And I ain't worried about a damn thing, with unconditional love.
He sleep talks. It's sort of fun to listen to him. It's even more fun to talk with him.

Every time he wakes up, I get all excited that maybe he's remembered the conversation he's had with himself or with me. (Mostly because sometimes they're really bizarre.) But he doesn't. He never remembers.

This weekend, while he was napping and I was cleaning up, he started mumbling. That's how it always starts. With a little mumbling. I scoot over to where he's sleeping to listen. Because it's always fun!

Him: (mumble-jumble)
Me: What did you say?
Him: Yeah.
Me: Where are we today?
Him: At the ends of the earth.
Me: (HAHAHAHAH) Oh yeah? Why?
Him: I would chase you there.
Me: (BAHAHHAAHHAHAHA) Rearrry??? WHY!?
Him: ...
Me: (ROLLING ON FLOOR LAUGHING) REARRRRYYYY RUKU??? That's scary.
Him: Fool, I would follow you to the ends of the earth.
Me: (DEAD FROM TOO MUCH LAUGHTER) Awww, boothang, that's sweet.
Him: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Actually, he did remember once. But he was in between unconscious and almost-conscious, homeboy out of nowhere asks whether or not I was playing League of Legends on safe mode or regular. I don't even play League of Legends...this guy.