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Singing in My Sleep

Ever since last Sunday I have had Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers in my head. I've always liked Tom Petty, and really enjoyed his Super Bowl concert. I thought it was the best Super Bowl halftime show since Janet Jackson and her left breast appeared.

But now, Running down a Dream or one of the other songs has been cruising my brain for about three days.

This morning my wife asked me "When you turned over last night in bed, were you singing?"

"No."

"Actually, you were." She explained, "I just didn't know if you were aware of it."

Apparently about four o'clock this morning I rolled over and woke up Kristie in the process. As I was going back to sleep, she said I was mumbling and singing to myself. It was very quiet and she couldn't make out the song, but she said it was definitely singing. I talk in my sleep frequently, but this was a first.

I don't remember singing, or even dreaming, but I suspect Tom Petty was the culprit.

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