Mr. Kuus has been known to get a nose whistle while he sleeps, or for some clot of mucus to make a weird, disgusting clapping sound, but last night was unreal. I was deeply asleep and deeply annoyed, in the middle of a really irritating dream where while I was running errands Mr. Kuus decided to invite Dumpster Dave to move in with us and be his new BFF, when a midget comes running into my dream living room and just screams, over and over. Something about that wtf-edness woke me, only to find that the screaming noise was real, and it was coming from Mr. Kuus's nose, which was situated right beside my ear.
In my sleepy delirium, I thought that it'd be somehow unethical to roll him over, so instead I rolled toward him and screamed right back, right in his face, until he rolled himself. I was dimly aware that the whole thing would probably be funny in the clear light of day, but at 4am I was not having it.