speaking of dreams...

Yes, speaking of dreams, I am not sure how I should feel about the following:

First, let me explain one point.
I do enjoy my job as a preschool teacher, but sometimes it can be rather overwhelming for me. For example, I come home and sometimes think of the students and the lessons. How did it go? What could I do better? What could they do better? How can I get them to do this or that? I try not to think of it too much when I get home, but sometimes it just floats back into my mind no matter how much I try to push it out.

Secondly, as you know, I am a person who gets haunted by her dreams, and at the same time Levent is a light sleeper who wakes up a lot during the night. He occasionally wakes up at 1 am and stays awake until 3 am.

So this is what happened. On Friday night I had one of those work-obsessed evenings, but I was so tired. I fell asleep before Levent and was soon off in dreamland. Unfortunately I could not escape school because in my dream there I was in my classroom. I was standing in front of the shelves looking for something, and Elif, one of the Turkish teachers, was in the classroom with me. She was looking through students' bags and other items.
At this point in the dream I was obviously cycling out of REM sleep and back into wakefulness but slowly. Dream Elif turned to me, showed me a bag and said "Whose is this?" Dream Stephanie, however, had just completed the cycle and so Real Stephanie said firmly out loud for everyone (Levent) to hear, "Yusuf!" As soon as I said this, I opened my eyes and was met with Levent immediately saying, "uh, who is Yusuf?"

That's right, yours truly, in the presence of her husband has blurted out another man's name in bed. Of course it was an innocent mistake because Yusuf is actually the name of one of the little boys in my class, but I felt so embarrassed and even unsure what to say.

The next morning when we woke up, Levent said, "So, Yusuf, huh?" He jokingly made fun of me, but I felt genuinely ashamed. Maybe I was ashamed of the whole uttering another man's name or maybe it was that I am letting my work overtake my brain to an unhealthy point at which I am saying student's names in my sleep. Either way, it can not be good.

However, looking back, I now find it rather amusing and plan to share this little anecdote with my co-workers tomorrow. Will they think I am insane? Do you think I am insane?