I talk in my sleep. Not every night, but occasionally. Have since I was a child, which led to some teasing on family vacations when we all slept in the same hotel room.
Apparently, last night I said "There were 8 of them" or perhaps, "There should be 8 of them". Peter couldn't remember which. He seems to find it amusing when I talk in my sleep, especially because I speak in such a clear voice that sounds as if I'm wide awake.
The funny thing to me is that whatever he tells me I said never seems to match anything I remember dreaming. And I have very vivid dreams that I tend to remember well. Last night was an exception. I did have vivid dreams, but they were jumbled when I woke up and they were fading by the time my feet hit the floor.
For some reason, that line has stuck with me all day. "There were 8 of them." It's been in the back of my mind, nagging. Eight of them. Eight of what? Spiders legs? Maids a milking?
Someone needs to invent a dream recorder, one with full audio and video. Or maybe not. Maybe there's a reason the subconscious mulls all that over without the waking consciousness interfering. But I'd still like to know... Eight of what?!?
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