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I dream too. I wonder if my eyes twitch under their lids, like a dog's? If I had a tail, would I wag it in my sleep? Or maybe I sleep like a cat: carelessly and all the time, without a sound, dreaming of terrified mice.
I once woke my sister and her husband, in the room next door, on holiday, by belting out "The Banana Boat Song" at the top of my lungs, while sound asleep. Must have just seen Beetlejuice.
Sorry for the thread rot but I knew a woman who sleep-walked. She walked out of the house, wearing only a tee-shirt, into the garden one night and locked herself out of the house. Never did that. |
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