December photo project aside, I want to share (with permission of the subject) a little experiment I have been conducting. It seems that my lovely wife, Ellen, is a bit of a sleep talker. Which is funny because she isn’t a vivid dreamer (side note: I am a very vivid dreamer, like the time I dreamt I was the cameraman for a show combining Deadwood and The Office. Jim, dressed in cowboy clothes giving me the ‘whaddayaknow’ look. Crazy, I know). She rarely remembers dreams, but something is going on in the subconcious because she does communicate with me in the wee hours.
The first episode, shortly after we got back from the homeymoon, went like this:
Ellen: mmph. nnn. guh.
Kelly (thinking E is awake): hmmm? what did you say, babe?
E: GGrrrfff. budguh. mmmm.
K (knowing I am getting a bit hard of hearing): Sorry, Love. I’m not hearing you. Say again?
E (after a few seconds): The guests can shoot the cake.
K: WHAT?
E: The guests can shoot the cake.
K (realizing that his lovely wife is a sleep talker): Oh, that’s nice babe.
E: mmph.
So now the fun begins. I realize it may be evil, but I figure if Ellen is going to wake me up talking in her sleep, I may as well have fun. Karma being what it is, though, my experiment bit me in the butt next time around, a few weeks later:
E: mmph. blrb.smmf…
K (ready to mess with her): I love you, honey.
E: I know.
I totally got Han Soloed on that one…
And now Ellen is getting more complex with the sleep talking. Just this week:
E: hhhhhhmm. vvgn…
K: What’s that love?
E: dfdfdfd. humnnnnnn.. ahhshhh.
K (thinking she may actually be talking for real): Not getting you, love. What was that?
E: My clothes…
K: yes?
E: are open…
K: uh huh.
E: are open… season…
K (ahh, sleep talking): OK, babe.
E: I’m not wearing any clothes… mmmmffffffffffff….
K (chuckles quietly):…
So there you have it. My wife sleep talks and I try to have fun at her expense. She suggested I post them for posterity, so here you go. More updates as events occur.