An old high school friend Amanda pointed out this site – Sleep Talkin’ Man – and it is brilliant!
Adam talks in his sleep.
Mrs. Adam records it and shares in a blog.
Below are a few samples of his ramblings…
“Hey, don’t… don’t say anything. Why don’t you put it in an email, then I can ignore it at my pleasure.”
“I’m baking pillows. Burn them slowly, keeps them fluffy! Mmmmmm, pillows.”
“Your mum’s at the door again. Bury me. Bury me deep.”
“Shhhhhhhhh. shhhhhhhhh. I’m telling you: your voice, my ears. A bad combination.”
“You’re pretty. pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty…. [long pause] Now fuck off and be pretty somewhere else. I’m bored.”
[hand tangled in my hair, massaging my scalp] “I’m stuck. I’m stuck. Your pubes! You got to shave.”
“Butter… nut… squash. I like those words.”
“I haven’t put on weight. Your eyes are fat.”
“I’d rather peel off my skin and bathe my weeping raw flesh in a bath of vinegar than spend any time with you. But that’s just my opinion. Don’t take it personally.”
“Lentils are evil. Pure fucking oozing evil. Take them away from me.”