He hears the secrets that I keep

My husband informed me this weekend that I create an indescribable noises deep in the night.

He awoke at an hour when we are both normally out cold (maybe 8am?) and he found me speaking in a foreign tongue as I slept.


He said it was a combination of the English language dialect of "gibberish" and common snoring.

I suppose it sounded like the low octave rumbling of analog AM radio seeking?


I suggested that we set a recording device one night and try to decipher it the next day.

Maybe we could play it backwards and hear Led Zeppelin or something?

Attention, erm, seeker?

I thought my post below regarding my dream life as a phone sex operator would spark huge hits to the blog. Sex sells, right??

Wrong!

As you can see in Table 1, blog hits are holding steady at more than zero and far less than some!

I just had to say that I am impressed.

Way to go humanity! Thanks for helping me feel better about you!

Racking up the feedback

The other night I dreamt that I was a phone sex operator(?) who was stacked like Dolly Parton.

Apparently in my dreams the phone sex operators fit the part! Unlike in reality:

Anyway.....

I was in a heated competition with my colleagues to get in the most calls in one day.


The problem was that my client, [cough], were so pleased with my, um, services that they wasted time thanking me and gracing me with praises:



Despite my customer satisfaction rates, I was fired from my job.

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Go figure.

I wake knowing that in my dreams I am good at phone sex, so I've got that going for me....


Or not:

Turning Japanese

I watched the Japanese anime film Paprika the other day.

It is all about a machine that is invented to enable psychotherapists to record and watch their patient's dreams.

Of course the device gets into the wrong hands and all dream hell breaks loose. The main characters have some crazy and layered dreams, complete with parades, scary clowns, creepy dolls, dead relatives and giant robots.

And I thought I had bad!

The animation is incredible and the soundtrack is gorgeous. The plot is, well, it is what it is and that is all I have to say about that..I guess this is not exactly my genre to review!

Let's get physical, physical!

The big pitfall of being denied quality sleep is being tired most of the time. All of the time.



And I tend to yawn all the time too, which I think can appear to be rude at times- not to mention the whole contagious yawn thing.

I seriously yawn on the elliptical machine at the gym. That is just silly.


I mean, look at this thing, my instinct is to run away screaming, exert sleepiness.

My first sleep doctor told me I should exercise more to help my sleep. Good advice I suppose, but I do not think he meant to sleep at the gym.

Toasty Phone Fingers

My husband came to bed last night and I was already asleep.

He must have stirred me, so I turned to him and said:

"Would you like some mittens?"


He declined, so I said,

"Oh, I'm on the phone with someone..."

(It must have been hard to dial wearing mittens!)

And then he says I trailed off into senseless rambling.

I wonder who I was talking to on the phone, was it you?

Hazzard

I was having an intense chase dream a few weeks ago. I was running and trying to gain distance between my enemy and my person.

(Here)

I had an unidentified accomplice who I was shouting commands and common chase exclamations at:

"Let's split up!"

"Watch out!"

"Don't look back!"

At the climax of the dream, my commands became audible to my sleeping cat and husband.

Within the dream, I saw a friendly vehicle up ahead and I made a "General Lee Leap" into the car...

...then I woke up laying with my back on the radiator. I had made the "General Lee Leap" right out of my bed!