It occurs to me that ( Spoilers for new Pterry book, 'Snuff'. )

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( Why I'm not allowed to read post-apocalyptic dystopian novels, even if they did win a Pulitzer. )

Occasionally I talk in my sleep. A tells me that it's even possible to hold a (nonsensical) conversation with me, sometimes. Last night, we apparently had this conversation:

Me: "Can we just skip this?"

A, being his usual wakeful self. "Huh? Skip what?"

Me: "I don't want to risk having another liaison."

A: "....You're asleep, aren't you?"

Me: *affirmative noises, goes back to snoring*

I'm not sure what I find freakier, the fact that my subconscious is trying to sabotage my relationship, or the fact that I talk like a 1950s housewife in my sleep. Seriously, a "liaison"? Who even talks like that?

All I remember about my dreams last night is that a poltergeist was making my toothpaste glow, and that RDA lived next door (how he currently is – kind of too old for me, but still very cuddleable). I'm positive I didn't dream I was having liaisons with him. That, I would remember.