While it has been a whopping 5 months since I have had a sleepwalking episode (thanks Whole30!), I still sometimes talk and spew nonsense in my sleep. Much to my husband’s delight.
A few weeks ago this sleeptalking episode occurred:
Me: Isaac, wake up. (shoving him awake)
Me: You need to go to the bathroom, okay? Go to the bathroom. I’ll let you go first and then I’ll go when you get back.
Isaac: Um, okay. My favorite thing is that Isaac got up out of bed and actually did go pee. He is such a compliant guy.
And then last night’s conversation has me giggling incessantly. I sat up, looked him straight in the eye, and said:
Me: I think I’m going to try wearing vests again
Isaac: You’re going to start wearing vests?
Me: I don’t know, just to wear
Isaac: Vests? That’s what you’re saying? (he just had to be sure)
And then Isaac tells me we both started laughing hysterically. I remained asleep.
I can usually link my sleeptalking back to a conversation or thought I had earlier in the day, and this one was no exception. A few hours earlier, I had found an old photo of my sisters and I with some family friends and posted it on my Instagram. I was especially proud of my (extremely gangster) outfit combination: a red turtleneck, timberland boots, black leggings, and…you guessed it, A VEST.
Who am I to argue with the needs and desires of my subconscious? Maybe it’s time for the satin vest to make its grand reappearance into my wardrobe.