Subconscious domestic violence

Hi folks, I was recently involved in an incident of domestic 'violence'. Furthermore I was the agressor by poopie's testimony...No folks, there's no cause for alarm, neither the need to call the cops nor enrolling me into anger management classes.

In fact, it was pretty darn hilarious when I heard about it. I was in the deepest of sleep at the time of the incident, and I guess it was the work of my subconscious brain. At 530am, *snore*, apparently I had elbowed poopie's little helpless fart filled friend Pinky(her much adored pink rabbit soft toy), and according to her it wasn't that soft of a blow. Pinky shielded the first impact and rolled listlessly away to a side, then came the second blow to poopie herself. Poopie woke up wondering what the hell happened, she faced me momentarily and saw that I had my eyes half opened in an evil fashion...I mumbled something, closed my eyes and fell back into dreamland...After which she told me i was munching something in my sleep...

I had no recollection of any of what took placed of course...No, I wasn't intoxicated as many of you would like to believe. However, don't you often wonder what goes on in your brains while you're deep asleep? And it sucks in even more when you don't even remember a bit of it after waking up?

In the meantime, I'm gonna lay off the Cheetos amongst other snacks prior to bedtime...