So. It is a well-documented fact that the Willis Sisters are widely-known for our unique brand of crazy quirks when it comes to all sorts of things—our consumer habits, startle reflex, general sense of humor....We are, of course, OK with the strange looks and slightly puzzled reactions we often get when laughing with each other. Our children ask us on a regular basis if we're OK when we're reading emails from each other or talking on the phone, because there is often a fair amount of hilarity involved; the kind of foot-stomping, cackling laughter that is reserved for... well, I'm not sure who it's reserved for. Us?
Up until now, we've always been awake for the funny things, whatever they might be. You see where this is headed, don't you?
Well. As a general rule I'm not much of a dreamer—people tell me that I'm dreaming all the same, but I rarely remember my dreams. Maddie is usually the one with the vivid dream memory in our house (clams, anyone?) and I usually wake up without any new nighttime dramas in my head. The night before last, however, was different. At some point in the middle of the night, I was laughing. In my sleep. I wish I could remember the details of what was going on in my dream—all I know is that Katherine was in it, and we were laughing about what must have been The Funniest Thing In the Universe. I actually laughed myself to semi-consciousness, meaning I do remember being awake enough to know I was laughing, but not being fully awake enough to do anything about it. I was also laughing loud enough to wake Matt up.
Now Matt is a generally patient husband and brother-in-law when it comes to The Willis Sisters. He envisions one day we'll all have buried our husbands and be living together in some old house somewhere into our 90s, cackling away in rocking chairs. But this? This controllable sleep-laughing? This he was not prepared for. He sleepily asked me what in the world was my problem which only made me laugh harder. I think I tried to explain that I was laughing with Katherine (not doing myself any favors on the crazy at this point) and that prompted him to tell me to KNOCK. IT. OFF., it was the middle of the night. He may have muttered "crazy," but I can't be sure. At this point I was more awake but finding it difficult to regain my composure, not unlike someone who is laughing in a place or time where laughing is frowned upon. Which of course, was exactly what was going on. Yesterday morning he was laughing about it too, but it was definitely more of a "oh my gosh, you're only getting weirder" kind of laugh vs. "that was really funny when you were dreaming about laughing with Katherine!" kind of laugh.
I only wish I knew what was so funny. I guess I'll just have to settle for feeling lucky that I know my sisters are never really that far away when there's something worth laughing about : )
