Thursday, July 14, 2011

Talk about misdirected anger!

I've been known to talk in my sleep. I used to do it a lot as a kid, but as I've gotten older, my tendency to talk has diminished. In my sleep, that is; apparently, my tendency to talk in real life has only gotten worse.

There were times when I would be sleeping soundly.

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And having a nice dream, that perhaps got a little too vivid.

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Since I was asleep, I'd just go right on sleeping.

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My brother, however, would be getting home from work and he would hear me in my room, talking.

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He'd wonder what the commotion was all about and would come in to check on me. Only to find me alone. And asleep.

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I would continue blissfully sleeping, but I would also interact with him. Repeating whatever the hell I was just talking/dreaming about.

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He never understood what I was saying. I would keep repeating it, getting louder and louder and more and more agitated, just trying to make him understand.

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It wouldn't work. I would just keep yelling and he'd keep saying "WHAT?!?!". To me, (in my sleep-riddled-semi-dream-world) I was being very clear. Enunciating each word carefully and loudly. I didn't realize that, to him (the person that was awake and functioning), I was just a garble-mouth that was making no sense whatsoever.

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He would end up walking out and shutting my door. In the morning I would wake up with my door closed and a vague recollection of talking to my brother but I would have no idea what we talked about. And neither would he.


Big thanks to EliseArt for lending me her tablet so I could draw these terrible pictures. I totally think I'm buying a tab. I'm sorry.


  1. Somniloquy stories never get old

  2. I've got hundreds of them... and probably thousands of others that I haven't heard.


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