Anyone else talk in their sleep?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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The trouble with talking in your sleep is that you just don’t know it’s going on until someone hears you and tells you about it. In the past, I’ve been overheard saying:

“No, no, don’t put it there. There are much more interesting places to put it.”

“Habeus corpus . . . hehehehehehe”

“All right! I think I can help you now!” (This was while I was sitting up in bed, waving my arms dramatically)

I once woke myself up singing the melody from Beethoven’s Choral Symphony, and have also:

  • hit my mom in my sleep when we were sharing a bed in a hotel room.

  • made noises that woke my college roommate out of a sound sleep thinking that someone was playing sex scenes from a porno movie.

My brother sleepwalked on a couple of occasions when he was a kid, and I once woke up to hear my current roommate say “get off! I said, get off! Kill him!”

Anyone else have any stories?

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Once while camping, my older sister woke me by smacking the floor of the lean-to VERY close to my head. She continued smacking the ground all around her, and finally finished with “Nope, I’m sorry, I can’t find a brush.” I wonder what would have happened if she HAD found one.

And I babysat for a kid once who had night tremors. They’re like nightmares, but WAY worse. He’d wake up SCREAMING, his eyes wide open, and he ran to the corner of the room saying “Stay away from me, don’t hurt me,” His older sister gently woke him up enough so that he collapsed, and we carried him to bed. It a neurological thing, no abuse going on in the family. Scarey as all hell, though.

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I have also been told I talk in my sleep, but I (honestly!) can’t think of any examples right now.

A few weeks ago, though, my fiance started tossing and turning, saying in a panicky tone, “It’s not a bunny! It’s not a bunny!” I finally woke him up and it turned out he was dreaming that there was a rabbit on the lawn that was really a demon, and he was the only one who could tell.

It’s not a bunny! Heh heh heh heh… that still cracks me up.

“It says, I choo-choo-choose you. And it’s got a picture of a train.”
– Ralph Wiggum

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I talk in my sleep, but according to those who’ve heard me, it’s not in English. My mom said I talk in a language that she thinks aliens would use.

I also have a couple good thrashing/sleep walking stories.
Not too long ago, while sleeping, I sat up and thrashed my head back right into my husband’s face. Woke him up! He was not amused. I always kick and roll around, so we bought a king size bed…it helps. I’m not sure why I do this, but I do have really violent nightmares, so maybe I’m running away from someone?

Once when I was a teenager, my brother came sneaking in the house really late one night. The door was locked and he’d forgotten his key, so he came to my bedroom window to wake me up. He tapped on the window, I got up and went to the door, let him in, let the cat out, sat at the kitchen table and had a conversation with him, let the cat back in, and went back to bed. He thanked me the next day for helping him out…I had no recollection of any of it. Still don’t. It’s a good thing he wasn’t a burglar!

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I have a couple of stories:

  1. This one happened when my brother and I shared a room when we were kids. I came in to go to bed and my brother told me to “pick it up”. I was in the process of bending over and asking hime what he wanted me to get when I realized he was asleep.

  2. One morning while I was having breakfast my mother asked me how I was feeling this morning. “Fine,” I replied, “Why do you ask?” It seems she saw me go into the bathroom durring the night and THROW UP. I had no memory of this at all the next day.

“My mind reels with sarcastic replies!” - Snoopy

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My husband and daughter both talk in their sleep and although most of what they say is unintelligible, they sound like they are having a conversation with each other although their rooms are some distance from each other.

When we were first married. I would have these intense conversations with my husband in the mornings or sometimes during the night and would get mad because he wouldn’t remember a thing. Now I wait until he is out of the shower before I try to have any kind of exchange with him at all.

My daughter has been known to sing in her sleep as well as talk.

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I dated a sleepwalker for some time . . . The closest call we had was the time I caught him heading out the front door, under the impression he was going into the bathroom . . . I still shudder to think . . .

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i don’t talk in my sleep so much when i’m at home anymore, but whenever i stay somewhere else, it’s like somebody flipped a switch on. unfortunatly though, i can’t think of anything specific right now, but i’m sure i will.

i do have a night terror story though…

my family was sleeping at the lake, my brother and i in the living room and my parents on the top bunk in another room. then came the debut to my night terrors. my dad was so alarmed by my screaming, and sat up so quickly that he put his head right through the ceiling.

:slight_smile:

“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster

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When I was a teenager my parents found me in the front yard, wandering back and forth, saying that “It’s late and I really need to be getting back home.” They quietly walked me back in the house and put me back to bed. I also woke up once banging on the door of my room, screaming that the “Let me out! Let me out!” I’ve looked into it a little bit and discovered that sleepwalking activity seems to pick up during adolescence and then gradually taper off. Seems like another activity that we can attribute to raging hormones.

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my father and i both talk in our sleep. i’ve been told i’ve said, “where’s steph??” (a friend of mine who was definitely not in the room with me when i asked it, and i’ve yelled criticisms about how someone was playing a high a flat (i’m a musician as well). i also sat up in bed once and proclaimed loudly, “oh my god, he is SO HOT!!!” i think i know who i was talking about, and i’m glad i didn’t mention any names! i’ve also been told that i have my eyes open when i talk in my sleep. when asked “are you asleep?” by whoever has the misfortune to be in the room with me i always answer a furious “NO!!!” before collapsing again. on a somewhat more somber note, i also cry in my sleep.

my best friend in elementary school used to talk in her sleep. once she screamed, “yuck, they’re going to murder us. . .i’ll have to cut the rope with my knife.” another time she said to me, “no i can’t join french club, i have band practice on tuesdays.” this was funny because i was not in french club, and neither french club or band were on tuesday.

well. . . maybe youhad to be there. and even though i do it, i have never been talked to by someone in teir sleep without at least initially believing that they were really talking to me.

“Some people would rather die than think. In fact,they do so.” Bertrand Russel

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My SO talks in his sleep all the time. I can tell when he’s stressed, because he has dreams that he has to save us by bracing something - like we’re in a car that’s rolling, and he has to hold onto it and make sure it doesn’t go into the lake or over a cliff. He acts these out. He’ll be fast asleep, and all of a sudden jump out of bed and start bracing the bed. I’ll say “hey! You’re sleeping! Wake up!” and he’ll say “I can’t right now! The crates are falling! We’ll be crushed!” or some such nonsense.

He’ll also just generally start talking. I occasionally have conversations with him, and try to get him to realize that he’s dreaming. He usually just gets frustrated and insists that he’s not dreaming, and I’m being difficult because I’m not realizing what’s going on. Quite interesting, really.

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When I was at university my roommate work me up one night to introduce me to her “friend”.
The problem was this guy with her was invisible, and when I said I didn’t see anyone she got mad at me and started yelling. I quickly gave in and pretended to talk to the invisible man with her, which seemed to make her happy. She contently lied down and went back to sleep (or whatever you want to call it, but she wasn’t talking!! ) and I spent the rest of the night wide awake because she seriously spooked me that night!!!

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My youngest brother used to sleepwalk and talk in his sleep. Once he fell asleep kneeling on the floor with his head on the couch. It looked even more unlikely than it sounds.

Another time he fell asleep in the car on the way home from a trip. My parents walked him in the house and up the stairs without his waking up. He then walked right past the bathroom and into my dad’s office. He was about to unzip when my dad caught him and steered him toward the bathroom.

Another time he was sleeping in the room he shared with my other brother. They had a set of bunk beds with a trundle bed, and he was sleeping on the trundle. My other brother was climbing into bed and accidentally kicked him, and he started talking in his sleep. We couldn’t completely understand him, but it really sounded like he was placing an order at Taco Bell.

All of these events happened when he was about four or five. He seemed to grow out of it shortly afterward, which was a real disappointment to his siblings, since we had regularly gotten a good laugh at his expense.

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My husband says I talk in my sleep. Apparently when I’m under stress I talk about food a lot. He also said that I’ll have “conversations” with people from work, or I’ll talk to him about stuff that makes no sense. I guess for a week or so, if he got out of bed (for the bathroom or whatever), I would cry and beg him to come back. I have no idea if I did this when I was a child.

I never hate myself in the morning. I sleep till noon.
–Sig line courtesy of Wally :slight_smile:

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one night while i was sleeping, i apparently decided that i wanted to camp outside. i pushed my bed to the door and my frustration of not being able to get it through, woke up the people i was staying with. then, either the day before or the one after, they found me completely asleep hanging from a metal railing by my knees.

“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster

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According to my college roommate and my current SO, I talk very coherently in my sleep.

The strange thing is that none of the things they relate to me seem in any way connected to my life or to my dreams (which I tend to remember quite well).

Good thing…some of those dreams would take some ‘splainin’ if I were blabbing them for all the world to hear!!

Ignorant since 1972

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I talk in my sleep. A LOT. (Those who have met me will not be surprised to hear this. <g> ) I do occasionally wake myself up, but not terribly often. Once, while camping with a friend, I dreamt that I was…camping with my friend. In my dream, she was going through my bag, so I asked, quite loudly, “Katie, what are you doing?” The sound of my own voice woke me up. Katie was confused by the whole thing. When I was about fifteen, I won the Loudest Sleeper Award at summer camp (I woke people up by yelling in my sleep), and just about everyone who has slept in the same room as me has informed me that I had some nice conversations with myself. Don’t walk in my sleep, though.

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Apparently, I sometimes talk in my sleep when I’m feverish. My ex-girlfriend reports that she once woke up to find me curled into a tight ball, having stolen all the blankets. She tried to get some of them back, to no avail. Finally, she gave them a good yank, which prompted me to scream something about a banana and a certain bodily orifice belonging to me. I don’t remember any of this. Other than that, I’ve ever talked in my sleep.

Of course, when I am extremely tired, I sometimes get incoherent and substitute one word for another. One night, my ex-girlfriend (same one) got home very late, and tried to get into bed without disturbing me, but failed. I woke up, drowsily greeted her, then noticed that she was still wearing her shirt. I tried to ask her “How come you’re still wearing your shirt?”, but what came out was “How come you’re still wearing your cheese?” She understandably responded “What?”, and I repeated the sentence, cheese and all. She got what I meant that time. I do remember this incident. It was the weirdest thing, saying cheese instead of shirt. I have no idea what that was all about.

Then there’s my youngest sister. Shortly after she was born, we had to decide whose bedroom she would share. It was decided that I’d get my own room, since I was the oldest, and the other two were closer in age anyway. Sometimes we’d have “sleepovers”, switching beds for one night. It was during one of these that my youngest sister sat bolt upright in bed, called my other sister’s name, and shouted “My god! What have you done!?” I reported this incident the next day. The other sister was not at all surprised. “That’s nothing.” she said, “She throws pillows at me in her sleep!”

Heck is where you go when you don’t believe in Gosh.

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There have been several times when I’ve been convinced that the bedroom is on fire, contaminated, or otherwise unsafe. I try to drag Mr. Rilch out of bed and out of the room. (He’s twice my weight.) Afterwards, I always remind him that instead of fretting about having his sleep disturbed, he should be glad that when I think there’s a crisis, I won’t leave without him.

“His eyes are as green as a fresh-pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”

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I have a husband who will carry on a perfectly logical conversation with you, eyes open, and swear the next day it never happened. He would do this once or twice a week for months on end. He still thinks I make it up when I tell him the next day. He also at times blurts out a word or a phrase that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever; like the time he bolted upright in bed, looked at me, and said “I told you, there are NO rabbits in the washer!!” I would love to have been part of that dream!

I, on the other hand, have been known to talk and mumble in my sleep. I usually recite poetry or recipes, but occasionally I’ll blurt out part of a dream. This can be real embarrassing if the dream is weird, as some of mine are. Once, my husband claims I sat bolt upright in bed, looked at him, and yelled that we were under attack by the fierce bananas! Now, mind you, I have never been attacked by a banana before, fierce or otherwise, to the best of my knowledge, so who knows?

And, on our wedding night, during the night, I partially woke up, realized that there was a man in bed with me, and started screaming at the top of my lungs " There’s a man in bed with me!". It took him a while to wake me up enough to realize who it was in bed with me. He, of course, took great delight in telling his mom the next morning, who spread it around quickly. Sigh. I will never live that down.

And don’t even get me started on our kids, especially my daughter. As a kid she would sleep in the oddest positions and I never knew how I would find her. Once, I found her on the floor, she had fallen out of bed, and never woke up, just lay in the position she fell in the rest of the night. Another time I found her sitting on the floor, with her head leaning against the side of the bed, sound asleep. I swear she’s part cat, the ways I’ve found her sleeping as I child.

You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.

That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>