Recently I’ve been talking in my sleep. Conversing at times with a rather bemused M. Some things I’ve said:
There are no dragons in the restaurant.
M1: You should choose the others…
M1: There’s five of them.
My head is a cloud.
M1: Hm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm…
M1: Mmmm, hmmm, mmm, mmm
M2: Hmm, mmm, hmm?
M1: Send the heliopter
M2: The helicopter?
M1: Yeah, the helicopter, to pick us up from the cliff. We need it.
M1: Tuesday is going to be a good day for my book.