When I was little, I used to talk in my sleep. Well, hell, I should be honest, I still do, but I don’t think it’s nearly as much as I used to.
My sister and I shared a bed for a number of weeks when we were kids because they were renovating the upstairs of the house we were living in (to give Joy and I seperate bedrooms). She was about eight, so it would have put me at about four.
When we went to bed, she’d wait for me to go to sleep, start talking in my sleep and then try to hold a conversation with me. Then, the next day, she’d make fun of me for the stupid things I said.
The only one I remember was about a magic bunny rabbit, and I was following it for some reason. I’m sure she has more.
Look, dammit, 30 cool stories is tough. But I know at least Joy will giggle at this one, so there you go.