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Two nights ago, I dreamt that I needed to wrap a sheet around my body to travel the 4 feet from the bedroom door to the bathroom. I woke up to Daniel desperately trying to reclaim those sheets and reason with me. I demanded to know how I was supposed to wrap the sheet around me if he kept taking it. He told me to go back to sleep, which I did, in a huff.
Last night, I poked Daniel twice in the ribs and said, “I’m Emily! How are you?”
Sleep talking from 4/8/15
"Better check with them first. (pause) 'Cuz they might just dissipate into steam, and that would be embarrassing for everyone."
Couples Sleep Talking
I woke myself up saying, "We can make it work," and Daniel quickly swooped in to kiss me all over my face.
I asked him, "Are you lavishing me with kisses because you caught me sleep talking and you thought it was cute?" I think he said yes, and then we went back to sleep.
When I asked him to confirm what I had said, he confessed to not remembering the incident at all. We stared at each other in shock, that Daniel had not only been sleep talking, but sleep KISSING.
Two nights ago, Daniel was cuddling up to me in the middle of the night and I said flatly, "Get out of my face." He did.
Last night I said, "Here kitty kitty kitty," while dreaming about my late cat.
There’s no easy way to say this, but the only thing recorded last night was a really loud fart.
I can’t breathe. From laughing. Not from the fart.
This is pretty much all I've ever wanted or needed to hear.
There's no easy way to say this, but the only thing recorded last night was a really loud fart.
I'm not even going to try and transcribe this. 30 some seconds of I DON'T KNOW WHAT.
"--M cups. (Whispering) it looked like a Kleenex box."
So I guess I'm back? I had a pretty good idea of what my dream was when I woke up this morning, and though I was determined to remember it and think about any correlations, I can't remember it now. I have a Kleenex box next to my bed, but judging by the state of my pillow case I don't think Sleeping Emily found it.
Indicators
I set out almost a year ago, initially, to capture myself sleep talking, and soon began mildly experimenting to see what reduced or encouraged this behavior (alternating between the two depending on if I was sharing a bed with a light sleeper that night). It seemed that melatonin shut me up from time to time, along with the occasional "miscellaneous" substance or potable, though the latter seemed to stoke the sleep-walking and nightmare fires enough to disturb my own sleep, let alone someone else's. I assess my relative happiness and well-being over that year as "pretty good," though, being relative, perhaps not as good as I thought, not compared to now.
I've learned that my sleep talking might be a litmus test for contentedness and anxiety; that perhaps the more I talk in my sleep, the less content and more anxious I am despite outward appearances. However, there was a breaking point in September where I was so overcome with anxiety that I could barely sleep, and would wake up 2-3 hours before my alarm feeling like my heart was going to claw its way out of my chest and start screaming and running around the room holding a knife. My digital recorder would have captured a few whimpers at best, but usually 9 seconds of me moving around fitfully in my sleep without so much as a sigh.
I overcame that period, but did not achieve any sense of normalcy for awhile, especially moving to a new house. This stress lurked dangerously near the surface, though I was convinced I felt fine when I was awake. Several times I found myself waking up walking into the hallway outside my bedroom, about to turn on the bathroom light. My digital recorder only captured the sound of my door opening and closing those first nights in the new house.
A couple nights ago, I was looking through my digital recorder. The last sounds I posted were from early October, and September is almost nonexistent. But the rest of October and all of November were barren. I began to wonder if I was done sleep talking, or if there was something still bothering me even though I have legitimately felt fine and normal for awhile. The next morning, loud and clear on the recorder, I heard myself spew out the longest string of nonsense I have heard in over two months. So, maybe I was wrong. Maybe my anxiety only plays a minor role in how much I talk. Maybe it's an indicator of feeling well and comfortable. Maybe it's an indicator of nothing, beyond my brain being nutty. I have no idea. It's not like there's a grant riding on this, though I could use some cash for all the batteries my recorder goes through.
“Are you hearing this? Get me out of here safely.”
These are words you never hear in a horror movie. Although I could understand that hearing them come out of me while I’m sleeping would be a bit scary.
"*Loud cough* *Giggle* Somebody coughed! (mumbling."
But who? AND WHY?!
The best part about Soundcloud hosting my sleep talking clips is that it is VERY easy to detect spam. Some of the only comments I get are like this. "Your song is really good!" is especially hilarious when the clip is 10 seconds of silence broken only by me coughing.
"Am…am I put together? Fffch yes! *giggle*"
I like this one for a lot of reasons. I like the bashful, almost worried way this one starts, hinting at my own deeply-rooted insecurity (though my idea of looking "put together" has changed over the years to exclude worrying about someone's opinion of my appearance), then quickly turns into a total psych-out! Did I fool you?! Or maybe I'm pretending to psych myself out in an effort to psych myself up, to get confident for the moment or remember lost confidence. It doesn't matter, because the giggle at the end will creep severtwitch out so bad!
"Otherwise turning my head to the right."
Maybe I'm talking about my most chronic ailment, like I do about once a week in my waking life: neck spasm! It is hard to turn my head in either direction when that happens, let me tell you!
"Haha! Thanks for that! Umm."
I'm back! After roughly three weeks of fitful sleep and nothing to show for it, it appears my brain has relaxed enough to let me use silly voices.
This is what the majority of my recordings from September have sounded like. Nothing. Because this is ultimately a grand experiment, I can conclude that my sleep talking is influenced, or rather disturbed by strong emotional distress. Grief only leads to silent, extremely light sleep, it would seem.
