Making Fodder

A conversation with my still-sound-asleep-through-this-whole-exchange fiancé this morning.  He does not remember this.  I really want to know what his dream was about.  And so does he.

Him: *laughing*

Me: What are you laughing about?

Him: I was pretending there was something on the ceiling, because there's supposed to be something on the ceiling on Wednesday, and I was preparing.

Me: *laughing*

Him: No, it's true!

Me: Okay, just explain it to me again.  What did you say?

Him: I said I was waiting up for you.

Me: *laughing*  Ok.

Him: Pencils. What.

Me: ....What's--

Him: Green Pencils.

Me: What about the green pencils?

Him: There were lots of them!

Me: Were they writing?

Him: Umm... no.

Me: What were they doing?

Him: I don't know....  Does it matter?

Me: Were you with the green pencils?

Him: Umm... no.

Me: *laughing*

Him: I find you're making fodder of me more and more recently.