…You just notice it more when I’m asleep.  I have it on fairly good authority that I’m highly entertaining when I’m unconcious.  I have very little recollection of such events but I can’t imagine why Amy would lie to me about them.  After I got through the teeth-grinding phase of my late-night communication, I apparently developed into some kind of comedian.  It’s not every night but it seems to come up pretty often.  I will often wake Amy (and occasionally myself) due to laughter.  Something so highly amusing will have happened in my dream that I shake with barely-suppressed laughing.  For me, suppressing my laughter means my entire body shakes (which is something that at least a couple of other family members do, too).  Since I am well over six feet tall and in the vicinity of 85 kg, this means the entire bed (and in some places we’ve lived, the house) shakes.  Amy is a relatively light sleeper (relative to me, that is.  I will probably sleep through an earthquake, should one ever arrive) and so she usually wakes up to find me with a silly look on my face, uproariously amused by the misfirings of my slumbering neurons.

One night I just would not stop laughing so she woke me up to find out what the joke was.  I said, “You just told a duck to pull up its pants.”  Every time I hear or think of that phrase it makes me smile at least and sometime giggle.  I have absolutely no clue what the context of this dream was but I know deep in my soul that it was friggin’ hilarious.

Another night I had fallen asleep well before Amy who was sitting up reading or doing prep work when I rolled over making a ‘kkshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhkkkktkhctk’ light-sabery sort of sound then started poking her with my fingers and going ‘pchew pchew pchew.’  I was 100% unaware of my deeds during all of this.  She got me to some semblance of awake and asked what I was going on about.

“Lasers, obviously.”

And back to sleep.

you represented me so well