It is well documented on this blog that Inspector Climate talks in his sleep (see here, here, or here, or even here).
Well, the other night we fell asleep per usual after we had swapped sides and later I was woken up by Inspector talking to me quite loudly.
"D...D...the oldest one...." he then paused dramatically to collect his thoughts.
"D...D...The youngest one is right there"
I tried to ignore him because I knew where this was going, but he poked me roughly twice "D...it's RIGHT THERE"
"What? The youngest what?" I probed.
"The youngest snake."
"There are no snakes in the bed." My heart rate goes up as I think in my sleepy state, maybe this time he's right!
Exasperated at this point Inspector Climate said "It's right under your arm."
"There are no snakes in the bed!"
He sat up and started to pull back the sheets and I said it again "There are no snakes in the bed, I promise"
"Oh, no. No snakes in the bed? How could I get that wrong again?" he responded, he always so disappointed. Like "how could he get fooled again!"
Of course, in the morning, he had no recollection of this whole thing.