I used to do it really often. In fact, it's likely that I still do, it's just that Joel is such a heavy sleeper that he usually doesn't notice. Only the times when I am super loud or want him to kill the bug that I think is in our bed (totally genetic dream, by the way: My mom did this to my dad on a regular basis) does he actually wake up.
Well last night I had a lovely bout of insomnia. It was so bad, that I got out of bed and read blogs and the like on the computer until I felt like I could fall asleep around 2:00 am. No go, though. It was probably 4:30 in the morning before I was actually out. One of the things that was on my mind when I went to bed was how on earth to print labels from the 700+ addresses I have in an excel file. I am supposed to have this all figured out soon, and I'm not quite sure how to do it (I'm working as the administrative assistant for the Orchestra of Southern Utah, and this is their mailing list).
I vaguely remember asking Joel a question having to do with all of that, but by the time I woke up, I had mostly forgotten. Until he brought it up, of course. He asked me if I rememberd our bizarre conversation from 7:30 in the morning (due to how late I had fallen asleep, I was out, but he was actually awake). I told him I remembered having a question about the computer or gmail or something. He firmly said it wasn't anything to do with the computer, and reminded me of my somnorous rambling:
Me: (tapping Joel on the shoulder) Tidal wave! Tidal wave!
Joel: What about a tidal wave? There is no tidal wave, you're asleep.
Me: No! Not tidal. Title. (Empasizing the "T" sound) Title line. Like Mr. or Mrs.
Joel: They call me Dr.
Me: No! How do you do the title line?
Joel: I don't know what you're talking about. Go back to sleep.
And, apparently I did.
As he was relating the story to me, I actually remembered it a bit. I remember feeling very frustrated that Joel didn't know what I was asking him, and kept telling me nonsensical things. Because I really was asking him about the computer, not tsunamis. I was trying to figure out what to do with the title line on the mailing address. You know Mr. and Mrs. John Doe?
I'm just not very good at explaining myself when I'm not actually awake. That's all.