I'll have you know, I snorted out loud when I read that!

Are you familiar with Sleep Talkin' Man?

Ah hah hah. Oops.

Looks worriedly at the toothpaste, hoping it will not develop a nuclear glow...

No one should ever be held accountable for what they say in their sleep!

I definitely don't talk in my sleep, but one of my brothers does. He mumbles, and it is never anything one can understand. Except once.

We were kids, alone in the dark creaky main cabin of our summer home in the Adirondacks. My father and his girlfriend were asleep in the little cabin, and my brother was asleep in a bedroom off the big creaky high-ceilinged living room, with its deer heads high on the walls and deer feet (curled around and holding skis and walking sticks) lower down. The main room is large, and I was in a corner under a single lamp, reading Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None. I had just reached the point of maximum suspense, when my brother, in his sleep, came out with "Look Out!" clearly and loudly. I must have jumped about 3 feet in the air from a cross-legged sit. And then I giggled helplessly for about 20 minutes before I could finish the book.

Edited because "a bedroom of"? Not the same thing as "a bedroom off". And editing while answering childrens' insistant questions produces questionable results.

Edited 2010-05-06 07:04 pm (UTC)

Oh, I hear what everyone says (unless they sleep in a far-off bedroom) because I am a night owl. I'm still up when normal folks are fast asleep and chattering. Once I'm asleep... Well...I've slept through earthquakes, well drilling, alarm clocks right by my ear (for two [2!] hours), and phone conversations where I was apparently a participant. I didn't count that as talking in my sleep, because it was different from the way in which "talking in one's sleep" is usually meant. I apparently answered and responded, but did not initiate. It was probably more a case of "talking in my groggy state of half-awakeness which I forgot soon after I rolled over and went back to sleep." My mother once watched me get up, walk across the room, take the wastebasket off the alarm clock, turn off the alarm clock, put the wastebasket back, and go back to bed, all without achieving consciousness. It runs on that side of the family. It practically gallops (to steal a line from Arsenic and Old Lace).