A couple weeks into my marriage, I was concerned that I was going to have to call 911. Brian’s breathing patterns changed during his sleep and it sounded almost as if he was choking! He was laying on his back while I was turned to my side watching him, trying to figure this all out.
Brian, “kkkkkkkkhhhhhhhhh… kkkkkkkkhhhhhhhhh…”
How can someone be choking on nothing?
Oh my gosh, I hope he’s all right!
Yeah, the ‘ptew’ was him ending this startling episode with spitting straight in the air. But the choking sounds stopped.
Later Brian filled in the gaps of my understanding.
Brian, “Last night I had a dream that I was in a fight with this guy… and I spit in his face!”
He wasn’t choking. He was hocking a loogie while laying flat on his back!
I mention this because the other night I was in momentary fear of my life. Apparently Brian fights a lot of people and zombies in his sleep. His battle cry startled me from my slumber just long enough to make a quick shift. There was a second of intense flailing. No, not even flailing. More like one sharp flail. Then nothing.
Me, “Brian? Are you all right?”
Brian, “Yeah. I just ninja-kicked someone in the face in my sleep!”
The difference between men and women… or perhaps just the difference between us:
Brian fights back with a willingness to both spit and ninja-kick.
I just run away in slow motion.