I've mentioned before that DJ does weird shit at night. Peering out the window, jumping out of bed, walking around the room, etc. It's usually totally unprovoked, sudden, and very intense for him. He's strange like that.
And last night I did something strange too, but only as a reaction to something he did.*
We're in bed, nice and cozy and asleep. And I'm dreaming about driving down the road in a very specific location about five miles from our house. When out of nowhere comes this
screeeeeeeeeeeeeecccchhhhhh.
I hear the noise and bolt awake, thinking in my dream state that we've blown a tire or something.
Me: "Dusty, Dusty what was that!!??"
DJ: "mohphf mmmhopmf."
Me: "DUSTY WHAT WAS THAT, SERIOUSLY?"
DJ: "My ass!"
My beloved husband had screeched out a fart so loud, high-pitched and abrupt that I jumped.
Me: "I'm going to punch you in the face."
*You'll note that my weird shit at night is a reaction to something he did... not something I dreampt on my own. Dusty, your farting, night-terrors ass is way weirder than mine.
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