Sleep Walking
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Just recently read a blog where the foibles of some people who talk in their sleep was mentioned. It brought back a lot of memories of my own and my husband’s foibles.
When I was a little girl mom told me I used to sleepwalk. She said that she was taking a shower one day as I was sleeping. I walked into the bathroom, put the lid down on the toilet, and began to talk. This was the conversation, back then Gun Smoke was still on the TV:
Me, “Hi Marshal Dillon, come on in, Mommy’s taking a shower.
Mom, “Honey, I’m in the shower and don’t have any clothes on.”
Me, “That’s okay, he doesn’t have his gun on.”
I still laugh when I remember the look on her face as she said what happened. My husband has had many different times when he sleep walked and talked at the same time. One night we had a bunch of visitors staying at our place for the night. They were on the couches in the living room and some were sleeping on the floor. He was sleeping ‘comfortable’ sans clothes. When he started to get up, I tried to stop him with no success. He tromped out to the living room and announced very loudly:
“It’s land lord day, time to barbecue the land lord.” He was of course stark naked.
I got out there as fast as I could.
He announced it again, loudly. The guests were rolling on the floor, laughing, and the last thing I heard as I got him back to the bed room was his sister-in-law saying in a very grumpy manner, “H_____d, shut up and go back to bed.” This of course made the laughter increase.
The next morning, he was asked what he had against the land lord. He was confused until someone explained. Then he turned the most beautiful shade of red. 
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