Michael had an interesting dream the other day.
He dreamed that we were asleep in bed, when the Joker walked in.
So Michael jumped up on the bed and whipped out two butcher knives. He yelled, "Quick, Breanne! Call Bruce Wayne!"
We keep laughing about it.
Michael talks in his sleep all the time. Crazy stuff. Of course, if I heard him say, "Call Bruce Wayne..." in his sleep, I'd be just as confused. It helps to know he was facing down the Joker at the time.