Dinosaurs, Cotton Candy and Talking Cats

For the past month my husband has been working a ridiculous work schedule. Consequently, he's been going to bed around 2 or 3 in the morning. Obviously, at those hours I'm in comatose state and basically dead to the world. Therefore, my husband has started playing a bizarre game with me when he comes home. The game consists of him crawling into bed, nestling up next to me and then whispering complete gibber. No, you read that right - complete gibber. For example, one night he told me, "Tomorrow we're going to grandma's house to eat dinosaurs and pie. But, not before we clean the driveway of sticks and stones."

Now, I should tell you that during this fun game I actually have no idea what he's saying. Instead, in my deep sleep state, all I hear is something about my grandma and dinosaurs. I then feel someone next to me, then they are gone and then I'm dreaming about a T-Rex making pie with my Grandma Frost.

Now, that's not where the game ends. In the morning, I get to call my husband and say, "What in the crap did you say last night?" He'll laugh and say what do you remember? To which, I usually reply, "Absolutely nothing," and then he'll say, "Do you remember anything about dinosaurs or cotton candy or talking cats?" Then, like my drunken friends in college, I try to separate what I dreamed about in a blacked out state from what he actually said. Doesn't this sound like fun?

I guess the only good part about this game is that I now know how my friends felt when key words like, "bar," "frat boy," and "fell down stairs" would trigger memories from the previous night.

Thanks (insert name of my husband's law firm)!