Scrambled Eggs

For as long as I have known my husband, he's always had very vivid dreams at night.

So vivid that they spill over into the non-sleeping world. This translates into taking showers at 1:30 in the morning, some sleepwalking (he's been known to go out the front door), and at the very least dreams so real that he attempts to complete the action sitting straight up in bed (playing solitaire? He doesn't even play it when he's awake).

I used to argue with him when he asked me crazy questions in the middle of the dark. I used to plead with him to get back into bed, that he was just dreaming. I used to try to convince him that what he thought was real was in fact not real at all.

There is no use arguing with a sleeping bear, or husband.

Last night he taps me on the shoulder (after I had fallen asleep to an episode of I Survived a Japanese Gameshow - that in itself will make for some freaky dreams).

He is moving his right hand in a stirring/rotating motion, "Where is that thingy? You know, that thing...that thingy?'

"You're dreaming, honey. Please lay back down."

He tries to get out of bed now and he's angry, namely because I won't buy into his version of reality, "NOO, that thingy! Where is it? I can't find it!"

Again, stupidly, I argue with him. "Baby, you are ASLEEP! Just lay down."

He asks me again, and in my middle-of-the-night haze, I try to think of something interesting, like the refrigerator, or in the garage, or "Honey, its in the trash can and if it isn't there, try the shower!"

But I just mumble, "I don't know."

That was it. That was all he needed. He politely told me "Thank you" and turned over and began to sleep again.

I'm not sure what is really going through his mind when he was angrily asking me to locate the "thingy". I am realizing that I have to choose my battles, even in the middle of the night. And that sometimes, just "agreeing" is enough to avoid an arguement.

Oh, and it was a whisk. He told me this morning. A whisk. I guess he was trying to make scrambled eggs.