I speak in my sleep only when there is something to confess, like the time I broke the ink-jar or the time I saw a scary show I was too young to watch. But my friends and family are far more colourful when it comes to their trysts in sleep.
A room-mate in engineering college disclosed path-breaking secrets of ‘how to make a small nightie’ complete with drawings in the air. Another wondered aloud ‘who controls the air’ after a feeble request to reduce the fan speed. In MBA we progressed and my room-mate woke up in the middle of the night to make me promise that I wouldn’t tell anyone. I promptly gave my word assuming some secret is coming up. Of course she went back to sleep and didn’t remember a thing the next morning.
My family is no less – my uncle played Carrom in his sleep, my studious cousins searched an unwitting relative to see if he had their books hidden on his person and practised reciting 1 to 10 though they were well into High School. My niece doesn’t initiate conversations but answers in earnest if you were to ask her something. Like – “Did you complete the homework?”, “Not really, there is this small thing I have to do tomorrow morning”. Next day you ask her about the small thing, she wonders how you came to know about it. Sweet!
Last but not the least is my partner-in-crime, already famous for his ‘tishtushness’. Why, only last week he declared (10 minutes after he fell asleep) that if I want to know how much money is left after his EMI is paid, I was welcome to see his bank statement. I guess he woke up mid-way through his speech, so he goes…
“I know you think I am talking in my sleep”,
“ You are not?”
“You should have asked for my net-banking login and password”,
“Seriously?”,
“zzz…”
“Well, then!”