I have just started to sleep talk, nothing interesting just babble, same as in here really

When I'm stressed I talk during sleep.. apparently a couple years back my father heard me and started talking me back (he was awake) and I started talking about a "super hot chick" (unfortunately in italian the word I used means both hot chick and pussy xD)

the only episode of sleepwalking I remember of was when at a holiday house I apparently got up, went into the bathroom, wandered around the house and got back to sleep upside down (the bed was in the opposite direction than my home's bed, so I guess that's the reason)

Silence said...

When I'm stressed I talk during sleep.. apparently a couple years back my father heard me and started talking me back (he was awake) and I started talking about a "super hot chick" (unfortunately in italian the word I used means both hot chick and pussy xD)

the only episode of sleepwalking I remember of was when at a holiday house I apparently got up, went into the bathroom, wandered around the house and got back to sleep upside down (the bed was in the opposite direction than my home's bed, so I guess that's the reason)

I doubt its stress.
Work is slowish at the moment.Have been only been working till the wind comes up then spend the rest of the day down the beach.
I havent had sex in nearly 4 weeks.
Maybe in my sleep Im getting toey, so I get dressed ready to go out and run a muck at the local???

Its a bit of a worry though. Venturing out doors at 3am. Makes me wonder how far down the road I have gone on previous nights.

Lucky it wasnt a beta.

I was a pretty consistent sleepwalker as a kid. I would get up and apparently have full conversations with my parents - stuff knows what I used to say they never told me which scares me. I even remember when i was like 10 I used the kitchen bin as a urinal...seriously wtf?

More recently I even started to get ready for work when the Mrs woke me up and told me it was only 1am.

In my late teens we worked out it was my body temperature that would set it off. I started to go to bed only with boxer shorts. Even in winter, and my sleep walking reduced dramatically.

The odd occasion it happens now I will have gone to bed with tracksuit pants or a tshirt. Or it is a really hot night.

I dont know how hot its been over in cockroach land but try the heat theory...?

Sounds like ya got worms!

lotofwind said...

Sailhack said...

Sounds like ya got worms!

I am always hungry

My video cam has a motion sensor on it , so it starts filming if something moves.
Im gunna set it up tonight to see what I get up to.

Might be stranger watching myself doing stuff with no memory of doing it.

Posting it up Lotsa

pooman said...


I dont know how hot its been over in cockroach land but try the heat theory...?

Imagine a wet winter and you will have a bit of an idea of what the summer of 2011/2012 was like here.

Being too warm at night can contribute towards having nightmares so perhaps they are related.

Cant catch me

When Lise and I moved back to Perth we moved in with her folks to save a deposit for our home and to hammer the mortgage whilst building.
Apparently one night after a couple of sherbets I walked out into the family room where the future Father in law was watching tele, starkers with a raging hard on, looked at him, mumbled something incoherent, scratched my nuts, said goodnight and went and crawled back into the sack with his daughter
It was golden ammunition for his speech at the nuptials.

Hi, my names theDoctor..., and I'm a sleep walker
hi theDoctor

My sleep walking began when I first began awake walking...

My mum thought I was possessed and took me to a priest cause she was too stupid to realise a toddler could climb out of his crib and walk around the house like a baby zombie when he was fast asleep...

as I grew older it became a family joke, "oh little theDoctor is sleep walking again, quick close the sliding door in front of him, or, watch him walk into the gas heater"

But as I got older it became more painful... And embarrassing...

My parents, never told me I slept walked, or sleep walked, or had conversations with them whilst totally and utterly dead fast asleep.....

Nor did they tell the parents of my friend at my first sleepover party, thankfully the hippie parents of my first real friend in primary school abandoned their never "wake a sleepwalker" carob and mung bean notions when I walked out the front door and down the highway on my own merry zombie way home...

That was also the first time I heard the word erection or knew that 8yr old boys could get them ... In their sleep...!
but saying that, at 8yrs old, I did know I could get a stiffy in my d1ckybird....

My first real girlfriend was even worse...
Imagine waking from a sleepover at your girlfriends morally liberal parents house, feeling all bohemian and trendy and being handed a big washing basket of urine soaked unused bed sheets and towels and being told you went midnight wee wee's in the linen cupboard...

I have to hide keys from myself, save I find them in my sleep and go walkies...

That's a lesson a learnt shortly after moving out of home when I was 18..., well that and not to sleep in the nuddie....
Like I mentioned, i'd just moved out of home, one suburb over in a shack by the beach...

I woke one morning with soaking wet socks on my feet and wearing nothing else...

Slightly confused but mostly morbidly horrified, I dressed and went out side to discover footsteps in the heavy morning dew trailing off down the street....

Its gotten to the point where my missus keeps a dictaphone by the bed to record our late night conversations, where I'm totally asleep, like the time I told her I was quitting work and moving to mexico to start a mariachi band called "los property" or to record my latest song in the continuing musical saga that will one day be called, according to a fast asleep theDoctor... Penis the musical

Only did it for a short while but provided some amusing (for others) moments.
started off by getting out of bed and wandering around to the other side of the bed and pissing in the pot plant. Then when my girlfriend (now missus) and I were living together I started to wander around our unit and move furniture and then go back to bed. just before we got married she woke up and couldnt find me. The front door was ajar. She looked out the balcony windows and theres me striding up and down the street (thankfully a cul-de-sac) in my birthday suit. After controlling her laughter she went down and guided me up the stairs and back to bed. Took her ages to convince me I did it but the neighbours backed her up. Never did it again after we got married. Some of the neighbours gave me grief for years

Seems I was on the move again last night.
I set a few boobie traps (no Doggie, a boobie trap isnt a bra on the ground hidden under leaves.) .

I tied a few trip wires across the door ways, just bits of light cotton, and a few had been snapped through the night.

The doors leading outside still had the trip wires unbroken.So at least I stayed indoors.
Unless,subconsciously I knew they were there and stepped over them so I wouldnt let my awake self know I had been outside.

Its hard to trick yourself or hide the front door keys from yourself.

doggie said...

lotofwind said...

Seems I was on the move again last night.
I set a few boobie traps (no Doggie, a boobie trap isnt a bra on the ground hidden under leaves.) .

I tied a few trip wires across the door ways, just bits of light cotton, and a few had been snapped through the night.

The doors leading outside still had the trip wires unbroken.So at least I stayed indoors.
Unless,subconsciously I knew they were there and stepped over them so I wouldnt let my awake self know I had been outside.

Its hard to trick yourself or hide the front door keys from yourself.

Boobie trap, thats funny

I can picture Doggie running around outside right now hidding bras under leaves hoping to catch a few.
It dosent work,trust me.

lotofwind said...

Seems I was on the move again last night.
I set a few boobie traps (no Doggie, a boobie trap isnt a bra on the ground hidden under leaves.) .

I tied a few trip wires across the door ways, just bits of light cotton, and a few had been snapped through the night.

The doors leading outside still had the trip wires unbroken.So at least I stayed indoors.
Unless,subconsciously I knew they were there and stepped over them so I wouldnt let my awake self know I had been outside.

Its hard to trick yourself or hide the front door keys from yourself.

Mate how do you know it was you that broke the cotton it could of been that creepy clown that lives under the bed