Dreams

I had a dream last night that Zeus died. I was sobbing uncontrollably in my dream (which is not far from what reality would be :)). I let him out of his crate this morning and and squeezed him just for a second to remind myself that this dream wasn't real.

I have blogged about my dreams before...mostly because I remember my dreams almost every night, so I have a lot to say about them. So, this morning Bryan and I were talking about my dreams and he told me that I don't dream, I nightmare...which is mostly true. I have WAY more bad dreams than good ones! What is wrong with me?

The point of all of this is to tell a funny story. About two weeks ago in the middle of the night Bryan asked me why I punched him in a really annoyed voice. I had no idea what he was talking about, so I rolled over and went back to sleep. The next morning Bryan said how tired he was because he was awake for about an hour in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back to sleep. Bryan doesn't usually have this problem, so I asked him why he was awake and he gave me a funny look and said "You don't remember punching me?" I obviously had no recollection of this. So he proceeded to tell me that in the middle of the night, out of nowhere, I yelled his name and punched him really hard in the arm. (Which is when he asked me why I punched him). He couldn't fall back asleep after that because he was mad at me for punching him. I felt horrible of course, but really, it is pretty funny. I just want to know what he was doing in my dream that deserved a punch!