walkers in the world. Compared to some of them, Sleep Talkinâ Man seems downright subdued! Once, on a talk show, we met a woman whose antics were truly impressive. On the mild end were the long bouts of sleepwalking where sheâd pace angrily around the house wielding kitchen knives, or methodically wash all of her panties in the catâs water bowl. On the extreme end was a story she told about the night that she went into her grandmotherâs room, dragged granny out of bed, forced her into the bathroom, and tried to give her a bath.
So many people have written in to share their sleep talking and sleepwalking stories with us. It seems almost everyone has a tale about the bizarre things their bedmate, sibling, parent, or college roommate has done in the late-night hours, and, yowza, there are some shockers! An entirely unfettered subconscious can prompt some astonishing behavior, including breaking into your neighborâs and crawling into bed withthem, and (ew!) drinking the oil off the top of a jar of natural peanut butter.
Iâve sprinkled our favorite fan stories that weâve received throughout this book as âLetters to Sleep Talkinâ Man.â I love this stuff. To me, the best thing about these anecdotes and the others weâve heard is that (usually) no one is hurt by anyoneâs sleeping antics and, in the end, everyoneâs got a great story to share.
Letter to Sleep Talkinâ Man
One night I was having this dream, but it was the kind of dream where it feels like youâre actually awake. So as far as I knew I was awake, but I was actually sleepwalking. I went into the bathroom and saw the toothpaste lying on the counter, missing its cap. I donât know why but for some reason this was the WORST possible thing that could EVER happen and if I didnât find the cap IMMEDIATELY, the world was going to END!! So I looked everywhereâon the floor, under the cabinet, everywhere. No cap. Time was running out! Then I saw the roll of toilet paper and had an idea â¦
I grabbed the toilet paper and started wrapping it around the toothpaste. I wound it around and around till the whole roll was gone. So now I had a big ball of toilet paper holding the toothpaste in the tube, but NO! That wasnât good enough! So I went into my room and opened my dresser drawer and
grabbed a couple T-shirts and wrapped those around, too. Finally, when I had a bundle the size of a football wrapped around the toothpaste I felt relief. The world was finally safe! I put the giant toothpaste tubeâball into my drawer, closed it, and went back to sleep in peace.
In the morning I woke up to the sound of my dad yelling, âWHEEEREâS THE TOOTHPASTE?â Suddenly I remembered the whole thing. âNo, it canât be,â I was thinking, âit had to be a dream â¦â But I opened my dresser drawer and ⦠yep, there was the ball. So I started unwraaaapping it and unwraaaapping itâit took FOREVER. When I finally got all the stuff off, there in the middle was the toothpaste ⦠with the cap on.
Tammy S.
Ontario, Canada
Smug fucking chameleon,
with its googly oogly eyes.
Stick it in front of the TV.
Thatâll fuck it up.
âGoing to husband school. Always having to do better. The teacherâs a bitch and thereâs no chance of graduatingâ
I canât tell you how many concerned e-mails and comments Iâve gotten from blog readers, checking to see if Iâm emotionally intact after the latest STM zinger. For example, the above. Thatâs right, lying right next to me, Adam said that in his sleep. But no, he did not wake up to find me sobbing dejectedly or glaring accusingly. Granted, Adam does say some truly dreadful things in his sleep. And I suppose that there are some women out there who would worry that their husband was revealing some dark, hidden feelings about her that he dare not utter in the light of day.
I am not that