Monday, April 30, 2012


The company that Dorian worked for did some layoffs recently, and Dorian (and many of our friends) all suddenly found themselves without jobs. He's been quite stressed the last few weeks, and it's very obviously been effecting affecting his dreams. 

Inexplicably, Dorian began bouncing up and down on the bed for several seconds before waking up. Upon waking, obviously upset, he reached out and pulled me into a protective hold.
Dorian: "Are you okay?"
Me, confused and prying his arm off my face: "Yeah, I'm fine. What's wrong?"
"I felt the bed move."

(The sound of Housebear clunking his water bottle)
(Dorian, alarmed) "Unh?"
"It's just Housebear."
(More alarmed) "Where is he?"
"He's in his cage."
(Dorian relaxes.) "Oh, good, then we're safe."
"From what?"
"Guinea pigs...giant guinea pigs...eating us with peanut sauce."

This is from last night:

"Don't leave me!"
"I'll never leave you, don't worry."
"You might if the cheesecake isn't good enough."
"...No, you're just having a bad dream."
"I don't have any clothespins, what do I do?!"
"Just relax, it's okay, I'm here, you're safe, get some sleep."
"No! No! Don't take the money!"
"It's just a bad dream, Dorian, it's okay."
"No, it's foresight! Foresight!"
"Shh, shh, shh--"
"Clothespins! I need clothespins! Don't take it!"
"It's just a bad dream, you're having a bad dream, wake up."
"It's not a bad dream, it's foresight! Like an elf!"

This was then followed by a night of kicking, tossing, reaching over and very deliberately grabbing my half of the blanket, scolding me for hogging it (???), and waking me up several times to ask if I was asleep and if I remembered that I had to be at work in two hours.

1 comment:

  1. I hope it's not "effecting" his dreams. Earth has no defense against aliens armed with statistics.