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Seems I´m prone to bad dreams when eating late in the evening. Hubby did a wonderful pizza yesterday which I ate way too late. Went to bed at ten, got up again at midnight, to ingest some pills against my digestive problems, went to bed again. Two hours later hubby woke me because I was taking apart the marital bed. Hardly surprising, when in my dreams I had to clear a building place of debris. Fell asleep again, only to be woken up by me frantically rifling the bed, now in search of lost needles. Me! Needles! Needles for darning my husband´s socks! Hilarious! I did the same two more times before I finally got some sleep. Hubby was not amused, because he had to get up early that day and had been busy defending his side of the bed all night long!