Pig Dreams or Nightmares?

I can now tell you this story because the whole swine flu thing was not so much...ANYTHING BUT THE FLU!

A few weeks back, Jeremy was really paranoid about the swine flu. Not like OMG teenage girl crazy paranoid, just scared for his kiddos.
With three children, things circulate much more easily, and he became very germaphobe during that time.

One night, we were discussing the swine flu while the news raged on in the background with the N1H1-F5L6R4E3 flu talk. We finally decided that there was nothing we could do but wash our hands and...que sera, sera!

He went to bed, and I stayed up finishing housework.
Let me preface the following by telling you that Jeremy is a sleep walker & talker...big time. I could tell you stories that you wouldn't believe!

So around midnight, I finally hit the sack. As I get in bed, I hear, "Man, that pig just beat the shit out of me!"

I turn to look at him and he says it again - "That pig just beat the shit out of me! Damn those pigs! I'll get 'em."

I say, "What are you talking about?" To which I get no response.

At this point, I finally realize that he's dreaming.

I roll over and Jeremy rolls over, too.

Babe, I'm NOT the pig!

Now get off me.