I went to bed last night, a good couple of hours after The Husband (who normally goes to bed at the same time as the kids at this time of year!) to find him sprawled over on my side of the bed. I thumped him and kindly asked him to move over and make room. Very clearly he said to me "LOOK OUT! I'm nursing a tadpole!!" and then some more, not so clear stuff about water tanks and water troughs. Obviously the water issues (or lack thereof) of the past few days have been well seated on his subconsciousness.
I laughed and laughed. Dug him in the ribs and asked him how one nursed a tadpole. He mumbled and rolled over. I have no idea if he even remembers this conversation, I wasn't in the mood for talking or inquiring at 5am when he got up this morning.
This middle of the night conversation is up there, maybe even tops the time he sat up in bed, and shouted (swearing) "I've run into the shed!!" or the time he was fumbling around with the collar of my pyjama shirt (with me sound asleep). When I woke and asked what he was doing, he was" trying to see what size shirt you take" (no surprise giftage of a shirt was ever forthcoming)
He has no recollection of those conversations either..
I have talked in my sleep from time to time as well, but not whole conversations where I answer questions. Daughter #2 does however and I have had to wake her on more than one occasion from what was a very vivid dream involving some sort of conflict or adventure with her siblings!
Husband will probably moan that I have blogged about this, but hey, at least its not facebooked ;-)