This morning after TheBF ran out to the ATM for me and picked up some breakfast for us and brought it to me in bed, I told him about talking in his sleep.
"You did that irritating thing I hate!" My little fists pumped the air.
"What?"
"I asked you what you were talking about and you replied, 'MMmmmHmmm bluhb hmmHmmmshmm....' "
He laughed. He told me he remembered that dream, but he remembers it as a real conversation that we had last night.
He kept saying incredulously, "You mean that wasn't real? That wasn't a real conversation?" Then he told me what he was talking about, "You asked me if I thought that a lot, that you make me happy. I was saying, yes, I do. A lot."
It makes me want to cry, he's so wonderful to me!
He asked, "Does it disappoint you that my dreams are so mundane?" I told him that they can't possibly be that mundane, considering how often he takes me like a horny beast while he's asleep. :biggrin1:
"You did that irritating thing I hate!" My little fists pumped the air.
"What?"
"I asked you what you were talking about and you replied, 'MMmmmHmmm bluhb hmmHmmmshmm....' "
He laughed. He told me he remembered that dream, but he remembers it as a real conversation that we had last night.
He kept saying incredulously, "You mean that wasn't real? That wasn't a real conversation?" Then he told me what he was talking about, "You asked me if I thought that a lot, that you make me happy. I was saying, yes, I do. A lot."
It makes me want to cry, he's so wonderful to me!
He asked, "Does it disappoint you that my dreams are so mundane?" I told him that they can't possibly be that mundane, considering how often he takes me like a horny beast while he's asleep. :biggrin1: