Striped Shirts and Wireless Shoulders

So there I was, in the midst of some delicious slumber, when Robyn suddenly outburst with a very urgent mumble. It woke me up, but I didn't really think much of it, the mumble outbursts are pretty common.

But then, there it was again. This time I was already awake so I tried my best to listen carefully. All I heard was, "Mumble! MUMBLE! MUMBLE!!!".

I had no idea what she said, but I could tell it was pretty important. In my semi coherent, just woken up state, I always have the hardest time trying to figure out what is going on, so I just asked her, "Are you trying to tell me something, or are you just talking in your sleep?"

She replied with great conviction, "No, I'm talking to YOU!"

At this point, that answer made her sound pretty awake. I had probably just woke her up with my question, but you never really can tell. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"I was just telling you about the stripes they put on my shirt and..."

Those last three dots are very important. It seems as if she trailed off because when spoken out loud her striped shirt issue no longer seemed like the sort of issue you wake your husband up for in the middle of the night.

At this point I may have had a little bit of a mocking town when I said, "Oh, so you WERE talking in your sleep."

Naturally, that elicited a cranky response. "No, I'm not talking in my sleep. Don't be so mean. K. BYE!"

She rolled over and resumed her slumber while I lay and pondered the whole exchange. That's when I realized something.

Her striped shirt may seem a bit strange. But just an hour earlier I had woken myself up because I was contorting my shoulder in weird ways. I awoke when the contortions caused my shoulder to pop.

It turns out that in my dream, my shoulder was picking up some sort of wireless signal that allowed me to look at pictures of the ocean. I'm not sure how my shoulder allows streaming of pictures, or even what the viewing device is. I also don't know why I needed to contort it, for the functionality of the wireless signal.  But it was all clearly working in the dream.

So, my dreams are probably more strange than hers, I'm just less vocal about them.

The next morning, Robyn had no memory of this exchange. So I drew this picture to help her understand.

We're almost as precious in our dreams as we are in real life.