I don't really remember my dreams that often, though one I had a little while ago involved my old childhood home, werewolves and being nice to them so they wouldn't attack me. That's all I really remember.
The most recent conversation I had in my sleep (which I do A LOT) with my partner went like this:
ME: Go and get me some chocolate. I have 5 pounds.
HIM: Shut up.
ME: I'm hungry. I want chocolate. Get me a Kit Kat.
HIM: You don't like them. Shut up.
ME: I do. You have no right to tell me what I do and don't like. How much are the tickets?
HIM: What tickets?
ME: For the Kit Kats you Prick! I've only got a fiver.
HIM: You need tickets for Kit Kats?
ME: How about you stop being a prick? I'm hungry.
HIM: You don't want a Kit Kat, Gem, you don't like them and it's stupid o clock in the morning. Now sssshhhhh.
ME: Oh, so now you tell me what I want and what's good for me, eh? You telling me I don't need sweets? You saying I'm fat? I'll just fuck off down the shop and feast on pies instead, shall I? Eh? EH? (Carries on into incoherent mumbling for a few minutes....)
My partner thinks it's funny to record when I start talking. In fairness I'd never believe him if he didn't have the proof...
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