Everything that sleeps has its own sleeping habits. My dog, for instance, when she’s sleeping for the night and not just napping, will lie on her side and, if she’s dreaming, will start running on her side – just barely. You’ll feel her back legs quiver, then her front. Then her back, then her front. It’s quite cute. Sometimes she’ll even give a faint bark.
I, on the other hand, snore. Yep, I’ll admit, I’m a self-proclaimed snorer…in certain situations. The more comfortable I am around you, the more likely I am to snore. That’s right, that means that my sweet husband gets an orchestra of noise on some nights. If I’m staying with a colleague in a hotel room, though…I somehow have trained myself not to snore. I sleep lighter and don’t sleep as well…but I don’t snore.
I had a roommate in college, however, who had to deal with my snoring – and I had to deal with her talking in her sleep. She’d say in a very normal, awake voice all sorts of words that didn’t make sense together, but she’s say them in a tone that, apparently to her, made sense. For example, she might say, “The raft go monsoon far Thursday voices contest press more confirm” with inflection – but it'd make no sense. So I’d yell something out at her until she quit talking. Same with me. I’d snore and she’d yell at me until I stopped. It was a good arrangement.
However, my husband may have the funniest sleep habits. While he has talked once or twice in his sleep, he also plays the piano…in his sleep. On me. Last night, he had already fallen asleep, and his leg was touching mine and one of his hands was on my shoulder. And he was playing the piano in his sleep. His fingers would move around for a couple of seconds and then stop for a few seconds, then pick back up again. His leg even was pushing a pedal in his dream. It also didn’t help that the dog was dream running again, curled up on the other side of my leg. About five minutes of this – though it was quite cute – I was done.
“Hey…Hey, Kyle. Hey, are you awake?”
“Hey. You’re playing the piano on me. You gotta stop that. I can’t sleep.”
“Ok…” He rolled over and went straight back to sleep.
His main question this morning, after I reminded him of his night playing, was what he was playing last night in his dreams. I'm not sure what it was, but he certainly was rocking out.