I sometimes talk in my sleep, though not always in English and not always nicely. My husband also talks in his sleep, always in English but not always nicely; having witnessed atrocities brings about the unfortunate reliving of them in dreams.
Sometimes I listen to my husband, I giggle as he jabbers on unconsciously. The other night he said, with a great amount of affection ‘I love you so much’ and though it might not have been about me, but I knew it was, and he was sleeping when he said it. I did smile in the dark. He is terribly cute and sweet when he is sleeping, most men are.
So last night he was molesting me – as if he needed an excuse that it was cold and he needed to get himself warm. I asked “what were you dreaming about the other night? It sounded quite serious”
He told me he was having a dream about me: I was wearing a raincoat, naked underneath and just walking around the house in it.
“Clearly I was not just walking around the house naked under a raincoat” I said.
“Why would you say that?” he asked.
“Because you were talking in your sleep and you said ‘I love you so much’ and I don’t believe I was just walking around the house in it” I laughed.
It is rare I have dreams about sex, it is rare that I have ‘good’ dreams or they involve the people I know – sometimes I recognize a face but the context is wrong, it does not fit their personality. I realized that my husband has dreams about me but I do not have them about him. Since knowing him, he has been having more ‘good’ dreams than bad ones.
I am going to go and find myself a raincoat.