More proof that I’m a hardass whether awake or asleep. This was recorded a while back, and may be the clearest recording of the most cohesive set of ideas I have expressed while sleeping thus far.
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rock'n'roll, country, punk & metal.
bands that combine all four successfully.
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ampersands.
andrew wk.
emergent gameplay, of the videogaming variety.
cursing.
beards.
beer.
bbq.
cjlo.
deep fried everything.
americana.
making lists, including this one of my life's ambitions, and these of things on my mind at the time.
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“Drei und zwanzige, drei und zwanzige krone. Ja. Das ist… teuer.”
Apparently I had a rough night last night, and 23 krone for whatever I was talking about is… expensive. Confusing, since I’m speaking German, but referencing Scandinavian currency. Now the big question… are we talking Danish (kroner), Swedish (krona) or Norwegian (krone)?
“Fuck ‘em.”
Found this from a few nights ago. It’s pretty clear to me what I’m talking about, and those who don’t know yet might find out soon enough. As Danko Jones might say, this ain’t called boastin’, it’s truthin’.
Last night’s sleeptalking:
… was plentiful (thanks, Thai food!). Unfortunately, this chattiest bit was pretty much indecipherable, and is a good example of what most of it sounds like (bed creaking included).
There was more of it, including a whispered, but clearly audible “I don’t know” and “no problem” from various points in the night. I particularly enjoyed the “Ow. Ow… OW” from around 4am. I’m pretty sure that one came from a cat trying to climb me in my dreams.
Did I mention there were cats? Lots of wish fulfillment dreams last night, including one which featured literal piles of chicks, kittens, baby bunnies and baby ducks all swarming together. It was like a neverending river of adorable.
As usual, the waking world is a snoozefest by comparison.
Anyways, if you can figure out what I’m saying in the clip above, you get a cookie.
Audio proof that, even in sleep, you can’t put anything past me.
Incidentally, I seem to be doing something during this part of the recording, but I have no idea what that might be. Many of the recordings I’ve gotten include the sound of me cracking my knuckles, making really weird noises with my mouth and moving around a whole lot, not to mention the bed creaking, oh lord, the bed creaking.
Last night’s sleeptalking:
“How do I turn it on?”
