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I once had a demanding client, and was repeating his name in my sleep, night after night. Then, I not only had to deal with the stress of my client at work, I had to deal with my husband wanting to know, "Who is Tom Tomopovich?" (Tom's name has been changed, not to protect the innocent, but because I can't remember it when I'm awake, only when I'm dreaming.)
I routinely go to bed wondering what turn to take in my current story or novel. I work out the plot bunnies in my mind. In the morning, I wake up refreshed and with the new writing course set. Everything gets hashed out by my own private little writing group hanging out in my dream world. We meet nightly, according to my husband, as he lies awake listening to my regularly scheduled somniloquy.
Wednesday night, I allegedly said, "I just don't know how I'm going to fit all of that into the story."
My husband, innocently trying to help, and wanting to join the group, as men often do, replied, "Don't worry, we'll figure it out."
I allegedly blew up at him. Allegedly. "Just stay out of this! You don't even know what you're talking about."
Of course I don't remember any of this. It's all hearsay. Pillow talk, as it were.
Poor guy. He didn't realize the somniloquists are an invitation-only elite group. I only wish I knew who else I was conversing with in my sleep, so I could thank them. They've certainly helped me out with my current WIP, which I blogged about on my TeacherWriter blog this week. Unfortunately, my unseen co-writers haven't come up with a title yet. I'm hoping a real, live, reader can help me out with a title, and get his or her name on the dedication page. Are you up for a contest?
Before you leave Honey Creek to visit the TeacherWriter blog, do you have any experiences with sleepwalking or sleeptalking? I'd love to hear about them. We somniloquists need to stick together.