Nighttime Prayers

I'd like to share with you a recent sleep walking/talking moment Hugh had the other night. There are a few of them, but I'll start with this one. I can do my share of talking in my sleep and only once have I gotten out of bed (so my college roommates told me), but since Hugh is quite the heavy sleeper and doesn't get enough sleep as it is since he works a late shift, he can't tell me what I say and/or do in my sleep. Since I've become a Mom, I'm now a lighter sleeper than I used to be. So, now I hear more of Hugh's nighttime talking moments than I have before. Hugh's been really talking in his sleep in the past few weeks. This story is hilarious. He was truly in the deepest phase of sleep in which I've ever seen him.

Story 1: I, Hollie, suddenly woke up in the middle of the night in a panic. I had had the worst dream known to mankind. It was so scary, and even in the dream, I was so scared. My heartrate was FLYING. I could feel it thumping out of my chest. There was no chance of me going back to sleep, so I thought I'd ask Hugh if he could pray for me, so I could go back to sleep.

Hollie: (speaking softly) Hugh? Hugh?
Hugh: Hum.
Hollie: Hugh? I had an awful dream.
Hugh: Oh that feels goooood.
Hollie: (snickering to herself as she realized that Hugh was talking in his sleep.) Hugh?
Hugh: Uuuuh-huh.
Hollie (still kinda snickering--) Hugh. HUGH. (nudging him and talking a bit louder now)
Hugh: Hmm?
Hollie: I had a bad dream. Will you pray for me? It was just awful.
Hugh: Yeah. (going back to his labored, heavy breathing)
Hollie: Hugh?!
Hugh: Yeah? Yeah?
Hollie: Will you wake up for just a minute?
Hugh: (he takes in a deep breath....and truly tries to wake up but just can't seem to and returns back to his heavy breathing. This goes on for a few minutes. Finally, Hollie gets Hugh's attention and he sits straight up in bed.)
Hugh: Whew! (deep sigh) Lord, ........(rubbing his eyes)..........I want to pray for ..... Justin....that You would.......silence......
Hollie: No, not Justin. ME.
Hugh: (Hugh wakes up) Ahh. (frustrated that he can't stay awake. Suddenly..Hugh does something that makes Hollie start laughing hard. As soon as Hugh realized that he couldn't stay awake, he started to slap his face as hard as he could over and over and over with both hands.)
Hugh: SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Hollie: Hugh! What are you doing? (I'm giggling right about now)
Hugh: Gaaaaah! I can't stay awake!!! What's wrong with me?! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!! (once again slapping his face with both hands at the same time, so hard that I just couldn't believe it.)
Hollie: Hugh, why are you slapping your face so hard? (I am downright laughing at this point)
Hugh: BECAUSE!!!!I can't even stay awake for longer than a second. ...... Lord, I pray that you would in Your mercy help Hollie go back to sleep and not remember this terrible dream she had. In Jesus name, Amen.
Hollie: Thank you Hugh.
Hugh: You're welcome. (He lays down, rolls over and starts breathing heavily again.)
Hollie: Unbelievable.

Now THAT was a funny story. His prayers were definitely answered with a yes. I think I kept giggling after he fell asleep, not once dwelling on that terrible dream. Hilarious!! That next morning, I told Hugh what he did and we laughed so hard that not a sound was coming out of our mouths.