So apparently I've begun to talk in my sleep. Two nights in a row now, John has told me that I've woken him up with my jabbering and laughing in my sleep. Apparently Tuesday night I woke him up laughing and told him that Alex was being funny. Last night apparently I was speaking in tounges, he couldn't understand what I was saying.
This worries me. Who knows what trouble my dreams could get me into with John! The ones I remember usually center around my day to day life with John and Alex, sometimes with a scary clown or a poker playing unicorn thrown in. But since I've seen Superman Returns, Brandon Routh has been known to make an appearance from time to time, and for John's sake, I hope I can manage to keep my yap shut while flying around Metropolis with him. A man doesn't need to be woken up in the middle of the night to his wife saying "Fly me Superman! Fly me!"
