Or so I’m told. I rarely hear myself or remember what I said. And usually anyone who hears me can’t make sense of what I say.
But one morning I woke up and was told that in the early hours of that Saturday morning I had said, while very much asleep, but very clearly:
“That’s just like my relatives – just a packet of miscellaneouses.”
First, I was relieved that I hadn’t said anything incriminating.
Then I asked myself, “What are ‘miscellaneouses’? And how many fit into a packet, anyway?”
But is my family “a packet of miscellaneouses”? Well, you could say that. 🙂
Greetings from a piece of the packet! 🙂 I talk in my sleep too. I often wake myself up doing it. I have no idea if what I’m saying is intelligible, but that is my intent. The other morning, I found myself thanking a member of my dream troupe for participating and saying I was sad that we wouldn’t get to be friends anymore but since I was waking up…well…bye! I guess it’s a good thing I quit walking in my sleep decades ago.