I am an extremely active sleepwalker and especially sleep-texter. Here is a record of my sleepwalking activities, transcriptions of my sleep text conversations, and narrations of my crazy dreams.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Sleep Texts: Errands in the Marketplace

Me: There you are! What on earth are you doing over here? Did you forget why we came to the market in the first place? Come on!

Catheryne:
Sorry I got lost! I'll go as fast as I can to make up for lost time.
Catheryne: Do we need to get anything else while we're here?

Me:
Don't try to lie to me. You were looking at this fabric stall. Some of those are very pretty, I admit.

Catheryne:
Fine, you caught me. Wouldn't you just love to buy some of them and make a beautiful dress? Sigh...

Me:
Look at this saffron shawl! It's so fine, I can almost see through it!

Catheryne:
Wow it's beautiful! I would love to be able to create something so lovely. Wouldn't you?

Me:
Well, it's fine to look at. But we have work to do. I already collected the sage and belladonna, with no help from you. You go get the bottles and salve. Be sure to get a good price.

Catheryne:
Bottles and salve. Check. What kinds do I need again? I want to make sure to purchase the correct things.

Me:
I wish you would pay attention when he tells us these things. Maybe we'd be full assistants if you weren't so easily distracted.

Catheryne:
The best price I could get was eleven for everything. Do we need anything else before we head back?

Me:
That's a better price than usual. I hope the bottles aren't too thin glassed. Give me the rest of the money. I know how you get tempted in the market

Catheryne:
The bottles shouldn't' be too thin glassed. The shopkeeper's son was working today. He gave me a good deal. Shall we return?

Me:
What is that in your bag? Did you buy something else?

Catheryne: It's nothing. I didn't buy anything. He gave it to me!

Me:
It's that shawl! How did you pay for this?

Catheryne: He gave it to me!

Me:
Who did? Don't tell stories.

Catheryne: The shopkeeper's son!
Catheryne: I swear I'm telling you the truth!

Me: How could he have bought you the shawl that we had been looking at ten minutes ago, if he's been working all this time?

Catheryne: I don't know! I swear he gave it to me! Perhaps he had one made before today?

Me
: That's a fine story. And how does a shopkeeper's son afford something like that?

Catheryne: I don't know! You should go ask him! I didn't do anything wrong! I just accepted his gift!



Obviously, Catheryne is trying to pull one over on me. She probably spent the rest of the market money on that shawl. Nice try, Catheryne!

I also texted Anjin last night. It was obviously a separate idea than my texting session with Catheryne. I think it was about an hour later.

Me: Ffffffffffffffffffft.

Anjin: (ignoring me, probably thinking it was a strange way of saying hi.): Hey, did you ever text Ashley back?

Me: Don't bother me when I'm breathing.

Anjin: (probably realizing I'm asleep): LOL


I have no memory of texting that. The funny thing is, my phone can't do "fffffffffffft" unless I very specifically spell each f by itself by pushing the 3 button 3x for each f. I guess it was important enough for all that effort.

I think I'm going to start saying "Don't bother me when I'm breathing" in my daily life.

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