StoryWorth: Sleeptalking
Have you ever sleep walked or sleep talked?
Oh, yes! I’ve never sleepwalked, that I know of, but I talk in my sleep all the time. Roommates and bedmates remark on it from time to time. Beckie swears I used to play basketball in my sleep when I was in middle school.
Two of my favorites happened the same week, shortly after we moved to London. Jason was actually going into the office while we waited for our net connection to be set up and would wake me up before he left. One morning he sat down on the bed next to me and I said “You look beautiful!” He was amused, since my back was turned toward him and my eyes were closed. He made me roll over and look at him and I said “Oh! You’re not wearing the double-breasted navy blue pinstriped suit!” I have no image of what I thought he looked like in my dream, but it sounds very fine!
The other one went like this:
Him: Time to wake up, sweetie.
Me: Who are you going to tell?
Him: Tell what?
Me: Aren’t you going to tell them?
Him: Tell who? What?
Me (actually waking up): Oh! You’re probably not going to tell anyone that you’re secretly the King of Armenia.
We agreed that was probably best kept to ourselves.
I’d love to remember more of the stories people have told me over the years of my sleep talk, but those are the ones that I can recall at the moment.
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Oh, yes! I’ve never sleepwalked, that I know of, but I talk in my sleep all the time. Roommates and bedmates remark on it from time to time. Beckie swears I used to play basketball in my sleep when I was in middle school.
Two of my favorites happened the same week, shortly after we moved to London. Jason was actually going into the office while we waited for our net connection to be set up and would wake me up before he left. One morning he sat down on the bed next to me and I said “You look beautiful!” He was amused, since my back was turned toward him and my eyes were closed. He made me roll over and look at him and I said “Oh! You’re not wearing the double-breasted navy blue pinstriped suit!” I have no image of what I thought he looked like in my dream, but it sounds very fine!
The other one went like this:
Him: Time to wake up, sweetie.
Me: Who are you going to tell?
Him: Tell what?
Me: Aren’t you going to tell them?
Him: Tell who? What?
Me (actually waking up): Oh! You’re probably not going to tell anyone that you’re secretly the King of Armenia.
We agreed that was probably best kept to ourselves.
I’d love to remember more of the stories people have told me over the years of my sleep talk, but those are the ones that I can recall at the moment.
This entry was originally posted at https://lillibet.dreamwidth.org/1319541.html. You can comment either place! There are
comments over there now.