LISBF beats me (in his sleep)

LISBF is a CRAZY sleeper. He gets upset with me for fidgeting too much. But I have a much harder time putting up with his flailing limbs, sleep talking and aggravated put-out sighs every time one of the four kitties hops into bed.

He falls asleep right away. And I'm always lying in bed (fidgeting) for at least a half hour. One of my favorite things about our sleeping patterns is that I am awake to hear his nonsensical mumblings. And sometimes, I can ask him questions, and in his half-sleep state, he'll tell me all about his dreams.

Last night, I was awoken around 4am by LISBF's thrashing forearm, which he was banging on my face.

LCN: Um, sweetie. You're bopping me on the head.

LISBF: There was a bird.

LCN: A bird?

LISBF: Birds in the sky. Swarming us. You called them Puckers*. I was trying to protect you. I was trying to hit them with my magazine.

LCN: Okay. Well, that's nice. But you can stop hitting me in the face now. Go back to sleep.

LISBF: So you don't think they're in here?

LCN: Nope. No birds. It was just a dream.

LISBF: ... well, you were the one who was crying.

*I find the idea of Puckers very amusing. It's a combination of my favorite swear word and my favorite birds. I say "fuck" all the time. And I have an art print of Puffins on the wall above my bed. Go figure.