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My brother is not on the computer. Therefore, he is sleeping (not to imply that the converse is necessarily true; 'if he's not sleeping, he's not on the computer' is invalid). Often he talks in his sleep, uttering strange grunts and whimpers, or mutterings of incomprehensible half sentences. In combination with this, he has a tendancy to take a long time to transition frome half-awake to passably alert, in the meantime looking through people with a scared-stupid stare and inquiring about fictional/abstract events. I usually tell him to shut up with the crazy-talk and go back to sleep.

This is one case of both which I actually wrote down immeditately afterwards, simply because of its long and coherent nature. There's a few sentences where I lost track of the specific phrasing, but asides from that it's all verbatim:

While napping, David seems to wake up partially when asked if he wants some food brought from Wendy's. He says 'yes' and seems to go back to sleep for a minute. It is 7:30 PM when he speaks up again.

DAVID: *Sits up and looks at me* "does it work?"

Does what work?

DAVID: "The thing."

*Pause* What 'thing'?

DAVID: "The thing... with the add-on. The add-on. Does it work?" *Looks away at nothing*

*Long pause* I don't know what add-on you're talking about.

DAVID: "...The machine with the coins and things-" *Interrupts himself, annoyed* "Oh, fuck!"

There's no machines or coins, David.

DAVID: *Slumps back and closes eyes*

I open up Notepad a few seconds later and begin typing.

DAVID: "What are you doing there right now? Leave me alone."

He recalled none of this later.

So um, anyone else got any stoires about talking in one's sleep?

I listened to a roomate of mine play an entire game of pool in his sleep one night from racking the balls; he won, too.

Quite a few odds and ends, nothing major. My parents allege that they could hold long conversations with me in my sleep, not about anything major, but whatever bizarre crap I'd been dreaming about.

There's a few specific ones which stick around, my dad once woke up and pronounced loudly "the paradox are in the hospital", a friend of mine spent ages rambling in her sleep about how she wanted chips/fries whilst we were all staying over at someone's place. Someone else managed to get their friend to confess a long-held deep seated crush for their other friend in their sleep.

As for me specifically, I know that I do it, because often I wake up and take a good 5 minutes to realise that it wasn't a dream. I woke up a few weeks back trying to make a phone call on my hand, and kept doing it for several minutes until my brain blearily realised that there was noone answering.

Mind you, this is from the guy who once did a flying leap in his sleep onto two of his mates, then proceeded to jump backwards onto a third, waking up about half way through the third jump.

When I was younger, I would ask my mom to wake me up to watch the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. One night, she hears me brushing my teeth and asks if I would like to come downstairs and watch.

I look her straight in the eye and say: "Jay Leno is dead."

"Ummm . . . no, he's on right now if you want to watch."

"NO! Jay Leno is dead!"

". . . Okay."

I then finish brushing my teeth and go to bed, not remembering anything in the morning and annoyed that I didn't get to watch the Tonight Show.

Dave sometimes says a word or two in his sleep at times. Once I came to bed and rooted around under the covers to get comfortable; Dave rolled over and said 'Shut up' in the process. I LOLed!

I once told my mom, as I slept, to "chain up the van to make sure it doesn't run off."

I have a sort of weird combination: I usually sleep through most things (police helicopters, fireworks, even a chinook once), however this will often include sleep walking. One night recently I became semi-lucid and leapt off the side of my bunk bed (about 6ft) because I was convinced someone else was asleep by the ladder, and I didn't want to wake them. I then picked myself up off the floor and stood around for a minute; realising that there was, in fact, no one else in the room, and that I didn't need to get up anyway, I proceeded to go back to bed. I only remembered this thanks to a sore arm in the morning.

Another time I woke up suddenly with a badly aching head, and realised that I was in the process of bashing my head aimlessly against my steel bedframe, and some months before that I was awoken by a pain n my foot after I roundhouse-kicked my wall, believing it to be an alien.

Perhaps a padded room would help

My roommate from last year once bounded suddenly out of bed in the middle of the night. I didn't think anything of it immediately, as he quite often jumped out of bed with a thunderous slam for no apparant reason, and continued to putz around on my computer (probably perusing SD.net). It was when he started looking around franticly, scrambling on clothes and shoes and generally making an ass of himself that I turned around, watching him in the dim light of my monitor. Finally, I spoke up.

ME: "...What are you doing?"

ROOMMATE: "The bomb... we have to get out."

ME: "...What?"

ROOMMATE: "You know, the bomb... isn't there... we have to... the bomb!"

ME: "...What... bomb...?"

ROOMMATE: "...Isn't there a bomb...?"

ME: "...No. I have no idea what you're talking about."

ROOMMATE: (lamely) "...Oh."

Then he climbed back into bed and immediately resumed his snoring, and spectacularly managed to continue to keep me awake while sleeping like a baby, the very reason I was on my computer at 2 AM in the first place.

I've had problems with sleep-talking since puberty. It's really annoying when you wake up from doing it and know that you were sleep-talking. Very eerie...

Nitram's rolled over, sexed me up -very- well, and fallen back asleep.

Two hours later he wakes up and starts telling me about a dream he had where we had sex.

LadyTevar, that's crazy talk.

When I used to share a room with my brother I distinctly remember him leading battles in his sleep. Things like "bombardment" and "kill them" and "attack" leap to mind. Along, of course, with the accompaning battle noises, you know, mouth exlosions, machine guns, and jets going overhead.

LaserRifleofDoom wrote:When I used to share a room with my brother I distinctly remember him leading battles in his sleep. Things like "bombardment" and "kill them" and "attack" leap to mind. Along, of course, with the accompaning battle noises, you know, mouth exlosions, machine guns, and jets going overhead.

But that's awesome. Why the hell couldn't my roommate be like that?

I never said it wasn't cool. I used to close my eyes and imagine the visuals he must have had to go along with the noises.

Of the two times when my parents heard what i was talking about, the first was about wires. Apparently i was fixing something. The second time i yelled "DIE DIE DIE."

I used to sleepwalk. One time I got up in the middle of the night and woke up to see my fist fly into my mom's face.

From what I'm told, I've called out a girls name in my sleep. I deny this.

My younger brother usually babbles defiance and insults in his sleep. Strange really, but not so considering how he's like my dad and he was a trouble maker.

A picture truly is worth a thousand words, Uts...

Jesus, just the idea of two grown men sharing a room in their parents huge house is troubling enough. This thread is just WRONG.

LadyTevar wrote:Nitram's rolled over, sexed me up -very- well, and fallen back asleep.

Two hours later he wakes up and starts telling me about a dream he had where we had sex.

My partner will start fondling me in his sleep. I'll wake up, aroused and wanting more, so I'll wake him up in hopes of action. He'll then complain about me wanting sex at unreasonable hours.

When I was a kid I played this awful FPS game called Corridor 7. One time my dad caught me sleepwalking and asked me what I was doing. "I have to find the elevator."

Another time he caught me just moments before I was about to urinate into the refridgerator.


Once at an early RPG session with friends of mine I was crashing as the game was going on. Eventually I just fell asleep. Everyone else decided to play on and pretend that my kleptomaniac character had been shoved into a stasis unit.

At one point, they started talking about heading back to the spaceship, when out of nowhere they hear me mumble "... i stole the keys." They told me later that they had in fact played on assuming that I had in fact stolen the keys to the ship, and had been locked inside a stasis unit with said keys.

Stark wrote:Jesus, just the idea of two grown men sharing a room in their parents huge house is troubling enough. This thread is just WRONG.

Firstly, you must not have ever had to share a room with a sibling.

Secondly, I would hardly describe the brothers as "two grown men".

Stark wrote:Jesus, just the idea of two grown men sharing a room in their parents huge house is troubling enough. This thread is just WRONG.

Why must you be so judgemental?

Stark wrote:Jesus, just the idea of two grown men sharing a room in their parents huge house is troubling enough. This thread is just WRONG.

What makes you think these tales of brotherlyness happened at all recently?

They DO share a room. They're in their early/mid twenties, and their house is of staggering size. Sorry, it's just wrong.

It's one thing for kids to share a room, just like it's one thing for kids to be bathed together. It's ALMOST as creepy as the guy who bathed with his sister until they were fifteen... but not quite.