The Bedtime Chronicles, Vol. 4

Via Emergiblog’s edition of Grand Rounds, I found Doc Gurley’s post on snoring, Heath Ledger, and sleep problems, and it reminded me to tell you of another of my odd sleepytime adventures. Recently, I fell asleep on the couch, only to be awoken by The Husband, who was quite concerned because he thought I was breathing strangely (Doc Gurley would be proud of him). I asked him to describe “strange,” and he indicated a kind of grunting exhalation that made him worry that I was struggling to breathe. Luckily, I tend to remember my dreams quite vividly, and my interrupted fancy explained my behavior, and the problem. I had been dreaming that I was barking. Like a dog.

See the Bedtime Chronicles volumes 1, 2, and 3 for more oddities. Given numbers 2 and 3, I’m lucky I haven’t needed stitches yet.