While he was sleeping...

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I eluded to a few things in my initial post. One, that Luis is a sleep talker. Two, that we have created some cool things in our months of marriage. Three, that there is a story behind our meeting, dating, and courtship. Four, that I need to catch up on a couple of years of blogging and a subsequent bevy of photos. I've had a hard time deciding in the last couple of days where to start. I mean, do I start from the beginning and work my way to the present, or do I start with today and work myself backwards while trying to keep up with the present? Or do I simply skip a designated order and just say what's on my mind? (Any advice from the experienced bloggers in the crowd?) I decided to at least touch on one of the teasers I wrote about last time, so here it is... my first installment of "While He Was Sleeping".

In the early morning hours a few months ago, Luis semi-awoke to sleep-walk himself to the loo. I assumed he was fully awake as it takes some degree of small motor skills to use the toilet, but when he returned to bed I realized that he was not only exempt from this small motor skill division but was apparently capable of doing his business without the need of full consciousness. I, on the other hand, have to be completely awake. But I digress.

As he climbed back into bed, these were the words that came out of his mouth: "I, Huicho (pronounced Wee-Cho, a common nickname in Spanish for the name Luis), having received many, many blessings of the Lord, I do now go back to bed." After which explanation, he promptly pulled up the covers and was dead to the world within seconds.

We laughed about this for days. Obviously. Then there was the night he re-enacted the great Mexico City earthquake of 1985 in his sleep. He dreamt about the rolling pavement and crumbling buildings he had seen in his youth, vocalizing these images as well as their coinciding emotions for all the neighborhood to hear, without waking himself up for even a moment. Remarkable. Or the time I kept poking him to roll over (here it comes... he snores), and rather than rolling over, it went something like this:
Ali: Lui... Lui...
Lui: Mmmphhhhrrhhh.
Ali: Lui, honey, can you roll?
Lui: Aaaaaah, yeah. I can rock and roll.

Now, granted, he can dance and he can sing. But he did neither of these things. Nor did he roll over. He just made the statement and went right on snoring. I've finally adapated to wearing ear plugs at night, but I don't want to miss all the good stuff so I usually end up taking them out. He often sings little songs and speaks foreign languages while he's dreaming. Only occassionally will I wake him up, mainly if it sounds like his dreams are taking him to not-so-pretty places, like the earthquake. Or the Veggie Tales dream where he was Bob the Tomato, joyfully skipping along with Larry the Cucumber. Not that this wasn't a pretty place to catch some zzzz's, it had more to do with the wild flailing movement of his limbs. Surprising, since the Veggie Tales don't have any.

Yes, we have had some good laughs in the morning when I recount the night's events to my darling dear.