I think I'm stressed...

For about a week and a half now Monday-Friday nights I've been waking Brian up by talking to him in my sleep. The first time I just asked him to help me find something, which he laughed about and then fell back asleep. Lately my sleep talking has been escalating. Last night I grabbed his wrist as he was turning over, forced him to sit up, and muttered something unintelligible. He asked if I couldn't sleep and I said sadly "That's about the only thing I can do"

Poor Brian.