Mr Lifecruiser is probably not going to like that I tell you this, but as usual I take my chance to do it anyway. This time it’s about all the strange and fun things he do in the nights… (No naughty thoughts now, I’m not going to write about our fun exercises we do! Or maybe I will, but not now! *making you curious*)

He is always talking in his sleep, long and very interesting sentences that makes me so damn curious about the dreams he has. So we can determine that he will NOT make a good spy or secret agent material. Sometimes he is just mumbling, but often I can hear what he says. And he moves his body too, I can’t miss that fact either, because our bed is only about 35 inches wide (90 cm).

He has only mentioned my name once and – luckily enough for him he has not mentioning any other names either…. Of course I wouldn’t hold that against him, after all you can’t control your dreams and they are not reality. But I would definitely tease him for it as often I could… *lol*

Very often he has some kind of nightmares – no not about me! At least I think not….? Hm… Anyway, they seems to be some kind of catastrophe dreams mostly. The other night he was talking about how cold it was all the time and where the life jacket where, so I wondered if he was on The Titanic? The dreams seems to be very exciting ones. Or should I say frightening ones?

When we were on one of the greek islands (Crete) on our honeymoon, we rented a jeep and drove around almost the whole island. If you shall go from the north side to the south side, you have to pass a lot of very high mountains with breathtaking views. The only problem was that both of us is afraid of heights, so I always arrived to the goal covered in sweat after the horrifying but beutiful drive and Mr Lifecruiser got nightmares about hights every nights. He was shaking and kicking his legs and saying things like: “No, don’t go there, don’t go forward to the edge.. and then started kicking… Obviously falling over the edge or at least close to doing it. Or was it me that he was kicking over the edge? Hm…

He has another funny (?) habit too – because of his very developed fantasy about catastrophes. He always come to think about a lot of bad things that can happen in different situations and that’s OK – as long that he is not telling me about them! When we’re on our way up in the elevator to the Eiffeltowers highest level, or in the cable ferry up to the Sugar Loaf in Rio, or on other ferrys. I’m not thinking about it or being afraid before he starts with his, most of the times, possible accident scenarios…. Pheeew!

Then we have the most interesting habit… He is going to kill me for this one, but it’s my revenge for him telling you about my nosething!

He farts in his sleep… Long impressive ones, with different tunes *lol*. Of course I have no picture proof like he had on my nosething, but the proof is that our matchsticks consuming is extremely HIGH. We light a matchstick every time there has been a farting in this home to take away the smell of it. I’m so afraid that it would be a big bang from all the gas.

Hm, OK, I fart too, butt only when I’m awake. *blushing* (Not sure which alternative is the worst though…?!)

NOTE: We can both of us do very strange things even when we are up and supposed to be awake too, so I guess this can be considered as normal behaviour in our home….

Any one who wants to come and visit us? No…..?