So far advanced in the art of sleep talking am I, that it appears I have moved up a level to ‘sleepchanting’. I have slept-talked as long as I remember and (along with teeth-grinding) have used it to good (yet sub-conscious) effect to annoy a variety of bedmates.
Of late, it seems I have stepped up my sleep talking – much to the consternation of Storm – and have been mumbling away at random times when she would go to the toilet, grab a drink, or leave for work…
Well, this morning at approx. 4:25am, as Storm arose to go to the loo, I was heard to distinctly utter the words “Bobby Boucher” (Boo-shay) before proceeding to chant “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby”…
Only upon arrival at work did my good friend Google reveal who Bobby Boucher is…
Wow…now that’s f#%ked up!
I think at 4.25am this morning, Fi and I were talking about politics, or something.
In hindsight, I wish I was sleep chanting too.
Dude you are a freak, not trying to give you a complex or anything.