I've talked in my sleep from the day I could speak. It's been something that has haunted me ever since. People used to sit beside my bed and talk to me while I slept because I would TALK BACK to them. Yes, I can carry on full-out conversations while totally asleep.
This little "talent" of mine also came in quite handy to my mother during my teenage years.It's amusing how talent shows itself in me. Some people are amazing singers, some are beautiful poets, and some are exquisite artists. Me, I talk in my sleep. That, my friends, is irony at it's finest.
This lovely skill of mine continues to show it's ugly head to this day. Granted, it's not so much of a problem today as it was when I was trying desperately to keep a secret boyfriend from my mother (another story for another day) but annoying nonetheless. NOW it's more of a form of entertainment that my friends use for kicks.
"Let's see what kind of weird wacked-out story Melinda will tell us in her sleep."
Yeah...great fun...good times. In the past month, I've spoken to someone TWICE via telephone while surfing the crevices of my mind in its subconscious state. The first time I spoke of pina coladas, hawaiian parties, diapers, and babies. During the second incident, I was going on about waterfalls, picnics, wreckless driving, and someone's dog in a pink sweater. So continue to talk to me when you know I've drifted off into dreamland--get your giggles, that's ok.
Laugh it up, kids.But a word to the wise: Sometimes I remember what I've said and sometimes I remember what you've said too. Prying could be very dangerous for you. Ok...it most likely won't be, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it!!!!
This little "talent" of mine also came in quite handy to my mother during my teenage years.It's amusing how talent shows itself in me. Some people are amazing singers, some are beautiful poets, and some are exquisite artists. Me, I talk in my sleep. That, my friends, is irony at it's finest.
This lovely skill of mine continues to show it's ugly head to this day. Granted, it's not so much of a problem today as it was when I was trying desperately to keep a secret boyfriend from my mother (another story for another day) but annoying nonetheless. NOW it's more of a form of entertainment that my friends use for kicks.
"Let's see what kind of weird wacked-out story Melinda will tell us in her sleep."
Yeah...great fun...good times. In the past month, I've spoken to someone TWICE via telephone while surfing the crevices of my mind in its subconscious state. The first time I spoke of pina coladas, hawaiian parties, diapers, and babies. During the second incident, I was going on about waterfalls, picnics, wreckless driving, and someone's dog in a pink sweater. So continue to talk to me when you know I've drifted off into dreamland--get your giggles, that's ok.
Laugh it up, kids.But a word to the wise: Sometimes I remember what I've said and sometimes I remember what you've said too. Prying could be very dangerous for you. Ok...it most likely won't be, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it!!!!
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