After 15 minutes or so, The Husband starting mumbling. Then he started laughing. More mumbles, louder this time and very excited. And, laughter. Oh, the laughter! It was so funny, I laid in bed next to him and laughed out loud.
Of course, he didn't remember his dream in the morning.
He rarely remembers dreams.
On the other hand, I have horrible, scary dreams. Search this blog using the keywords "dreams" and you'll see for yourself. (I haven't even written about my recent car jacking dream!)
I guess it is obvious that The Husband sleeps the sleep of the innocent or something. What does that say about me?
Fiddle dee dee. I'll worry about that tomorrow!