It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these. Somehow, I’ve still been babbling lots in the night, so here’s another batch of what in the world is Carin talking about in her sleep?
First, I said in the last one that I’d gotten a new mask and I was hoping for some peace for Steve. I don’t know what was up with this mask but it didn’t seem to fit as well as usual, so it wasn’t long before we had more jabber.
I’ll cut her a little slack on this one because of the sinus medicine she was on, but last night Carin woke me up three times with some variation of “No! Stop! A huge mistake has been made! Something is way out of line here! I must fix it right away! It’ll be quick! I promise!”
I’m pretty sure she wanted to shut her machine off, because she was trying to get up or at least move her body in its direction every time.
Thankfully she was easy to talk down. Just had to put an arm on her and ask what was wrong. As usual, she couldn’t really tell me.
I can’t remember if it was the second or third one, but she also made a strange “eeeeeeeee” noise that I don’t think I’ve heard her make before and that I can’t possibly do justice to in writing.
I have no idea what was out of line, but the weird part is my only memory is of him putting an arm on me and asking me what’s wrong. And I only remember that happening twice. I felt the arm and thought “Oh crap what have I done now?” The second time, I thought “Again? How much time has passed between the last one?” But I have no recollection of the third one. Steve says it all happened within about 3 hours.
Carin says she was having nightmares last night, but the one time I heard her talking it seemed like she was having a good bit of fun.
Carin: *unintelligible mumbling* “hahahaha. Yeah. Whatever happened to that kid’s face…”
Me: “What?”
Carin: “Oh nothing. Seems my head is dreaming itself off about something or other.”
There was about a month of peace and quiet, and then…
Carin (talking to…someone): “Oh yeah, for sure. It was just like the time when somebody did something really stupid. Remember that really stupid thing that happened?”
Me (awakening to this conversation): “Who did something stupid?”
Carin: “I’m pretty sure it was me, and I don’t think it happened.”
And then another month until…
“I guess I’ll just keep pulling on this. I’m so deeply involved that I feel I must.”
Your guess is as good as mine.
Once again, I have 0 clue and 0 memory. I don’t know what was up with my sleep that night.
“There is some good news, everyone. the guy that they turned on stupidly is ok. What happened was…what happened was…what happened was…nothing hap hap hap hap happa happa happened to him.”
Whenever I read that one, I can’t stop laughing. Although he also said I started yelling something and then apologized in my sleep. I truly am very annoying once I travel to the land of Nod. And the annoying continues with…
Carin: “Please! Hold on! Stop! For goodness sake! Will someone please listen to me!”
Me: “What’s going on?”
Carin: “Someone was about to trip over a big long tangly cord!”
When he described this one to me, it was like I was full on screaming. And according to the dates on this, I was not done that night because I unleashed this one:
“Yeah. It was going eeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeeee! A bit like that other thing, but it was very strange.”
She did not elaborate.
I’m always filled with dread when the morning starts with “Do you remember what you were dreaming that made you say…?”
Thankfully, after that, there was no captured chatter for a month and a half or so. And then…
Not sure what got into Carin the other night, but 3 or was it 4 times I awoke to her babbling about something or other and either flopping around like a sleepy fish or getting ready to shut off the machine. I never managed to catch enough of what she was saying to write any of it down, but there still ended up being a decent story in the end.
I wake up to some chatting and to her starting to roll and lean so she can hit her button. I do the thing where I put an arm on her since it often calms her down. She stops talking and freezes in mid movement for a few seconds. How long is she going to stay like that, I wonder to myself. Then, all of a sudden, she says “Squish!” and melts back onto the bed. Didn’t hear a peep out of her for the rest of the evening.
I don’t know if this is written down, but another time, Steve said I started jabbering and he put his arm on me and I made a sound like I was powering down. It was as if whatever word I was saying just came to a stop and started being spoken with a descending pitch. So weird.
Carin, not long after we both had started to fall asleep: “I’m a stupidface!”
Me: “Why are you a stupidface?”
Carin: “Because I’m stupid!”
Me: “Why are you stupid?”
Carin: “Because my feet are cold.”
Me: “How does that make you stupid?”
Carin: “Well…it’s like…because…it’s just…I keep dreaming a bunch of strange stuff.”
Me: “You’re sleeping, aren’t you?”
She then comes to enough to realize she’s in trouble and starts laughing. At least that’s what it seemed like.
For the record, her feet were freezing.
I think maybe I can explain this one…ish. I went to bed feeling kind of dumb. My belly was a bit unsettled and I was cursing myself for not having Rolaids or something on hand to help with that, and even when I was all bundled up, my feet would not get warm and I hadn’t gotten up to put on slippers, and I think I’d caught a hair in my mask, and I had this new song by the Wolves of Glendale in my head about somebody’s parents being ashamed of him and he’d just turned 33. And I guess that’s what my sleep brain came up with.
We had about a month and a bit of quiet, and then I came out with this weird one.
“Oh man, there’s that weird sound again.”
“What weird sound?”
“The one that comes with all of the fake songs!”
Pretty sure Carin caught herself talking last night and let her own self have it. I woke up to something like “Wait! What was that? I just heard it oh shut up you weirdo!” And then she stopped and kept sleeping like nothing had happened.
This one makes me laugh every time I read it.
“Oh good god!”, whispered Carin after midnight last night.
Before I had a chance to think much about why she may have done this, she began to sing. “All I really need is a light in my face…”
She came to part way through the serenade, but can’t decide if the light she thought she was seeing in the window was real or a dream.
Sometimes I do wake up and feel like there’s a light shining on me. Sometimes I get really freaked out because we’re way up high. Where the hell could the light be coming from? Just when I start to think about getting up to investigate, it’s gone. I guess this time I decided to sing about it.
And then I got a new mask and didn’t say a word until…
I got quite the welcome to bed last night.
“SON OF A BITCH!”, screamed Carin as I walked into the room. “I’ve got a right mess to fix here.”
“You do?”, I asked, suddenly much more awake.
“I sure do,” she said.
She was half way sitting up, playing with her sleep mask the way that she does when there’s no real problem.
“I don’t think you do,” I told her.
“I do too!”, she emphatically assured me.
“No, you don’t,” I countered.
“but but I do!”
“Ok,” I said as I walked closer to her. “What needs fixing?”
She thought. Then she thought some more.
“Hubbidda buh,” she finally answered. “I guess nothing.”
And we all slept happily ever after, or at least until the alarm went off.
Me, as Carin is sitting up: “What are you doing?”
Carin: “I’m waiting for something to fix.”
Me: “What’s broken?”
Carin, *grabs my hand and puts it on her sleep mask*: “This little fella right here!”
Me: “It looks fine to me.”
Carin: “I guess nothing’s wrong. I made a mistake. Sorry.”
*falls back asleep*
Carin, as I finished doing my best to get back into bed after almost tripping over Domino who decided that the one little path to my side was a better sleeping spot than his bed, which is right next to it: “Don’t worry. It’s not hooked up to the point where it’s going to go all kerpow! It doesn’t have all its pluggy inny things. that would be different.”
The actual noise she made was much funnier than kerpow, but I’m not sure it can be spelled using our existing letters.
This last one makes me giggle because I have a friend who wonders if I talk all the time in sound effects. Apparently, I even do it in my sleep.
“It’s so much more fun to imagine all the ships there. I like that a lot better.”
I wish I could remember what made me dream that. Was I on a cruise?
I think Carin might have been dreaming about moving furniture last night.
“Alright everyone…go! Go go go go, and…stop. Ok, now go. Ok stop. Set it there.”
I feel like she said something else funny while this was happening, but I was half asleep and am having trouble remembering.
Again I have no idea.
“Look out look out look out look out look out!”, yelled Carin as she flailed about while I tried to roll over. “The giant sheet is still there on the scoob bed. The one from when we took a snooze.”
“There’s nothing on the bed that shouldn’t be here,” I told her.
“Well. I guess I don’t know what the heck I’m talking about then.”
She didn’t say that last bit as if she was annoyed that I didn’t believe her. It sounded like ok then, I was wrong. Never mind.
And “scoob bed” is just my best guess, of course. But that’s definitely what it sounded like.
Good god. Once again, I break your sleep. Scoob bed, eh? I’ve heard Domino described as looking like Scooby Doo, but since I was talking about our bed, I have no idea. I did this one just after getting back from a trip to Anaheim. I wonder how much of this crap I did while I was away on the trip. Thankfully, I was in my own room.
I gave us a month of peace and then…
“It’s a wrap, so it’s wrapped. It’s different from all the others. It goes this way and that way. It’s up, it’s down. It goes fshfshfshfshfsh, fshfshfshfshfshfshfshfsh … toomf.”
Surprisingly there were no hand actions to go along with whatever this was.
Did she drop a sandwich? That would explain the toomf, but why would a sandwich go fshfshfsh?
First kerpow, now fsh fsh toomf. The sound effects continue.
And Steve hasn’t had a chance to write this one down, but apparently I Niagara tagged him the other night. I woke him up by exclaiming that there’s a problem. Of course there was no problem, but I was insistent. I grabbed his hand and said there was a problem right here and put it on my chin. Of course there was nothing wrong, but I told him to “Look again!” He said that my mask looked fine, and I said no, and tapped my chin again with his hand. He said “That’s your chin, and what is the problem?” In a deep, cynister voice I said “A hole!” And that’s when I woke up and heard him say, “No. That’s your chin. There’s no hole.” and I went “Oh!” and went back to sleep.
Maybe my theory about the mask isn’t as good as I thought. Look at the string of jabber I’ve done since getting the last one. Sure, I went for almost two months without babbling, but it’s still pretty bad.
I think it’s weird. Whenever I remember my dreams, those are the ones where I don’t talk. But there’s all these other ones where I have no idea. I almost wish I could remember those ones too.
And that’s a wrap for this edition of Carin babbles in her sleep and disturbs Steve over and over again. Hopefully the next one will take longer to put together.