The Time(s) I Sleep Talked

Sleep talking is such a curious thing. I've always viewed it as very vulnerable action.  You have absolutely no control over what or how something is said. I feel as though as I've gotten older, my sleep talking has gotten worse. Maybe it's just being here at college. I never even thought I really sleep talked until Jennie brought it to my attention a few weeks ago, I mean, I know I have in the past, such as infamously at camp 'I really want a tattoo...of a frog...on my back' and I know from Sara's malicious childhood 'experiments' that if I'm asked a question I'll probably reply truthfully to almost anything. But recently, this sleep talking business has gotten a bit out of hand.

Wow. Don't you just LOVE it? And I have no idea or recollection of what ANY of this means.  Especially that last one. What was going on in my brain? Apparently I said something after it which made it sound less suss so its nice to know that I probably wasn't having a raunchy dream about Jennie...that could make things in the house awkwardddddd. But like, pastafication? That was the only one she could remember but apparently that night I was just spurting out invented words of pure gold. Weird.