on conversations with my beloved

I woke up early, since my bladder was full.  I slipped out of bed, visited the bathroom, returned and got back into bed.

"hello" said my beloved
"hello" I replied.  He grasped my left breast.
"You have my boob", I observed.
"It's steerage"
"What?"
"I'm chasing the aliens across the fried plain"
"You're making no sense"
"What do you mean?"
"You're using my boob for steerage, chasing aliens across the fried plain?"
"That makes no sense!"

I realised at that moment that talking to someone that's dreaming can be somewhat hilarious...