It’s a thing, okay. It’s been a thing since I was a little kid. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and have complete, albeit random and sometimes weird, conversations with people.
The following stories are hearsay. They are my memories of stories from my friends and family. I cannot confirm or deny my sleep talking.
I’ve gotten in fights in my sleep.
I’ll never forget camping with my best friends from grade school for my I don’t know – tenth birthday or something – and we were all sleeping on the top bunk of the motorhome (yeah, my family was cool enough to have a motorhome). The friend sleeping beside me heard me mumble in my sleep, “Oh no you don’t!” which, on it’s own, seems pretty innocent…But when her sister, who was sleeping with her feet to our heads in the middle of us, woke up with a gigantic bruise on her arm where my leg was…and I woke up with a small bruise on MY arm where HER leg was…the midnight tale seemed pretty clear.
Another time, my cousins and I were having a sleepover, and apparently I always fell asleep early. I woke up in the middle of the night while they were playing and watching TV and demanded, “WHERE’S MY PEN?!” I suppose I said this a few times before passing back the fuck out.
There’ve been several other instances of sleep talking in my world, especially with Brian. He always tells me the next morning, “You were talking a lot last night.”
And then I tell him he needs to start remembering what I say.
So this morning. This happened.
I’m pretty sure I…
- Have the BEST boyfriend in the world who sends me e-mails when I’m sleeping.
- HAVE THE BEST FUCKING DREAMS EVER.
I used to sleepwalk as a kid. Apparently I would come down the stairs, silent as a ninja and just stand staring at the TV, ‘Poltergeist’ style. This would last ten minutes or so and then I would walk back up the stairs and get back into bed.
It used to really creep my mum out.
That is terrifyingly fantastic! It would creep me out too!
It runs in the family. I used to walk and talk in my sleep. One time, I walked outside as my mother was pulling in the driveway. She nearly hit me. I kept walking into the garage saying ” I need my flowers”. I can remember being in the garage, but that’s all.
Sweet dreams darling.
That was creepy Ma.
When I was a kid, I used to talk in my sleep, but as far as I know, I don’t anymore. At least nothing that I’m told off.
My daughter though, she talks in her sleep all the time. She is usually screaming (and I mean loud, high pitched) at her brother.
The scary one, we had gone on a mini vacation, to go to one of the national parks and were sharing a hotel room, 2 years ago, I think? she was 11. She was sleeping, then she sat up in bed, she meowed twice, looked at my husband with dead eyes, said “I like making that noise” meowed again and laid back downl
Ohmygosh! That’s hilarious! This is the best comment thread ever.
My dreams mostly end up as novels. I wish they would end up as sale-able novels, but one step at a time! 🙂
Ha! One step at a time for sure. I have a novel I want to write based on a series of recurring dreams I’ve had…we’ll see though.