Good Dreams

This morning, before he left for work, Craig told me that he was woken last night to my hysterical laughter. He said that I was still obviously asleep but was sitting up in bed doubled over laughing in the middle of the night. He said he tried to ask me what was so funny and between gasps of hysterics apparently all I could get out was "I can't explain it ... it's just too funny" and would continue on with a mumbled story in sleep speak mixed with more deep laughter.

Many people have witnessed me talking gibberish – sometimes telling quasi-sensical stories in my sleep, but as of late this has been more the stuff of nightmares. For months I've woken up in terror screaming out loud from terrible dreams.

But last night was very different. I have only vague memories of Craig jostling me out of it to try and figure out what I was doubled over about, but no recollection whatsoever of what it was that I found so funny in my dream.

I take this is a very good sign that things are going well.