I don’t usually talk in my sleep, but every once in a while I’ll have a really vivid dream and it will carry over into a kind of semi-conscious state, and I’ll say something out loud, thinking it’s a really valid thought, when actually it makes no sense at all.
Recently I fell asleep watching Top Gear, and for some reason it occurred to me that Jeremy could win whatever hilarious competition he was currently engaged in if he’d just “change to a tee shirt with no logos on it and put on some kind of beanie”.
Seriously. I said beanie.
The prior time this happened, maybe a year ago, I woke up my husband in the dead of night and said “Can I ask you a question about Batman?”
I had this nagging thought that if Commissioner Gordon kept tossing out the bat signal for every little thought and question, wouldn’t Batman eventually just blow him off - or at least get very irritated and be less inclined to care about Gotham as a whole?
It seemed a very concerning and urgent question at that moment. My husband took it in in stride and gave me a reasonable answer, and I went back to sleep. I remembered asking the question the next day, but not the response or the dream that spawned it.
The only other one was back in college - and certainly controlled substances could have had an impact on this. I had what I thought was a brilliant statement pop into my head, and I was alone. With no one to share this flash of genius with, I got up and wrote it on a scrap of paper and stuck it to my fridge.
That morning, I got up, remembering I had written something but not what it was. I went to the fridge and saw, “Salmon is like potato famine, except you don’t have any.”