I do some wacky stuff during my sleep. I’m a severe twitcher, a horrendous teeth grinder, a frequent lip biter and last but not least, a yeller.
Yep, I yell. As loud as I can.
The list includes such things as, “he threw the book across the room!” and, “it’s on the plate!”
My friend and I were having a conversation about this just yesterday she was asking if I had ever looked up it’s meaning.
I assume it’s much like the meanings of dreams if not the same. I have in the past here and there.
She then commented that it probably has a lot to do with what’s going on in my life at the time and what is going on in my sub conscience.
“Shit,” I said.
“Why, what?” she asked.
“The most recent two and most close together in frequency consisted of, “I hate you!” and “I hate you alllll!” I replied.
Then we barrelled over in laughter.
Life stinks sometimes but it’s great having a sense of humour about it.
Besides, I can’t really read too much into it knowing that I’m really not a hateful person. It probably just means I didn’t like your shirt…
or something. 😉