It appears talking in one’s sleep isn’t something that only I do (see this post). While I lapse into dreamland conversation with vague regularity these days, the following conversation took place two nights ago…
Y: (mumbles a name) is cock-eyed.
S: What did you say?
Y: (mumble mumble) is cock-eyed.
S: Who’s cock-eyed?
Y: (mumble mumble). The one Greg is selling his Taylor guitar to.
S: Greg’s not selling any Taylor guitar.
Y: Yes, he is. He’s selling his Taylor guitar.
S: Are you talking rubbish?
Y: No, I know what I’m talking about.
S: No, you don’t. Greg doesn’t have a Taylor.
Y: He has.
S: You’re talking rubbish.
Y: No, I’m not… (falls back asleep)
FYI, Greg does not have a Taylor guitar. And note how even when he’s half-asleep, Y insists on being right. I rest my case.
