One of the more interesting stories I learned of this weekend was the STM - Sleep Talking Man.
STM is Adam Lennart, who's a net viral phenom thanks to his wife and her blog. Said wife, Karen, was suffering insomnia and discovered that her other speaks in his sleep.
Some of the stuff he says is wild. Check it out at http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/. Be warned though. Recordings and transcripts are available but you might not want to have it read or heard if others decry foul language. STM says thinks like, "Ninja, or history teacher… Ninja, or history teacher… Hmmm…. Teach magna carta, or fuck you up with throwing stars… Hmmmm, tricky."
It is tricky.
Most of us married a while have similiar episodes of nocturnal adventures. I spent years as a sleepwalking, sleeptalking Ninja. Sitting up in bed, I would whisper to my wife, "Shhh. They're coming."
For some reason, that often alarmed her until she caught on. "Who? Who is coming?" she asked in my first episodes.
I slept naked. Leaping up, I dashed across the room, usually to the window, hugging the wall so I couldn't be seen. I'd often address the need for a weapon and would open closets looking for a ball bat.
After going through this a while, my wife learned to talk me back to bed. With time, I began waking up as it was happening. Sometimes I struggled in a bewildered state between being asleep and repelling invaders and coherently thinking, "This is not happening."
My other had her own issues for a while. Starting with our Japan era, she would wake up and start searching under the bed, in closets and drawers. Trying to speak, she would ask, "Where is it?" Sometimes, it was, "Where is the box?" Other times, she asked, "Where is the jar?" This went on from about 1984 to 2002. Wakening, she knew she was searching for a box or jar of something. She was never sure what was in them, and she was forever panicked that they couldn't be found. She'd not searched for things since for decade, and we attributed the dreams and actions to anxiety over school and work.
Meanwhile, when I was sick this month, I found myself acting on dreams and then shocking myself awake. Somehow aware of it, I knew I was getting up to synchronize something. I don't know what I was synchronizing, but it had to be done at 10 AM Thursday. Many times as I struggled to synchronize, I would think, but it's not Thursday. I still have time. I never had any clue what I was synchronizing, only that something had to be set up. I remembered it happening at least six times when I was sick, but each time I woke up more quickly, more aware that it was a dream. Still, it troubled me.
None of them seemed as interesting as STM and his utterings, though. As he once said, "My balls are itchy. Have you got the cheese grater?"
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