I haven't even checked the recordings in about 2 weeks. There's a lot. And it took a lot of digging through hours of coughing to get it all.
"Yeahhhhh! I have to take a picture of our crew! Look at that later, though. Senator Leafhead (???)."
"Are we going through the rafting thing? What's that about? Oh yeah. Yaaaaay."
"OooOOoO...I'm shakin'! Like, look. Little baby gun. Little butt guns. Look in the desert. Check it. I ruled it. That's how it would look. Wooo!"
"Barbies. Hmhmhm. Look. Laaa!"
"Why is it so dark over here?"
"I don't know how people...just like, rub it?"
"They can't do anything, they can't even make more clothes."
"Sorry guys. Oh dear. Anyways...what have you guys been up to?"
"Oh, Tom. What happened?"
"Ooooooooo! Ow. Sorry. I'm 23. Wait, sorry, I swear I'm deaf. Did you ask me how old I am? Don't think so. That's ok."
(Tom coughing)
"Scoot this way!"
"Huh?"
"Does it feel better, like, when your, like, lungs are positioned in a certain position, like if you lean forward or back a little bit more and you figure it out?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Were you coughing?"
"Mmhmm."
"Yeah."
"Is that, a, WHAAAAT? Oh dang, opposite direction!"
"WhhooooOOOOooooaaaa...you should make bowling, like, I don't know, fallsallovermyparents...so many."
"Ooo. I wanna be THIS lady. It's so boring though, I'd be like an old lady, I'd be like, 'neeeext! Yes, can I help you?' I'd be like, some Asian lady with an old lady English accent."
This next one woke me up when she started laughing loudly. So, naturally, I tried to egg her on a bit and get her to say more. In reference to the "custard dessert", she was probably talking about the Portuguese custard tarts I made a few days ago:
"I got a kick out of it! Like, I thought it was way funny. They were making fun of, like, I don't know, they were like, 'HAHAHA', then I started doing it, and it was catchy and I liked it. And look at it, look at us now! Kittens!"
"What is it?"
"Still the same thing."
"I don't remember"
"I can't remember either for a second. There's something in my eye that hurts. Um....it's like a cust...custard...dessert thing. I don't know, that's not what I'm talk--"
"Made out of KITTENS???"
"Hehehe. Sick."
"We didn't even have electricity! We had a little...a little box out there. Hey! Remember...remember, when we first got married, how Tom and I had that little box?"
"You ok?"
"Huh?"
"You ok?"
"Uh-huh."
"You sure?"
"Uh-huh.
"Kay."
"Wanyadoislike, one in the morning."
"It's not."
"It's not? I just feel like saying it because it feels like the weekend."
"Huh? I know. Like, I saw, like, when when we, like, when we were up buying...the one that we bought...I was like, yikes, I was so scared, I was like, nooooooo!"
"Musky! You're like, UGH! STUPID...........AIR! Like, you get mad at air, you know what I mean? Isn't that WEIRD?!"
Yes, I did actually sleep-talk in this one. I'm still deciding whether my voice was funny or downright terrifying.
"My heck! I don't think I've ever seen anyone get attacked like that in a chair before. That was scary!"
"Ruffleavneiosdidardevil."
"...hmm?"
"Inionftryingodrivebackfrdrivessoyoudonthavetowork."
"...what are you talking about?"
"Bruntrodiverovezqechehotel. Serussgeve. 'Scuse me."
"Heeheehehe!"
Ok, this one is very weird. It really is one continuous clip, though it sounds like it split in the middle. The recorder would have had some sort of silent gap there if there was something that happened in between.
"I wish like, like, I wish there was something we could do to helpYES! YES! LOOK! THEY'RE COMING! Yeess! ...Jen's is coming."
We finally hit the loop and Megan is dreaming about sleep-talking.
"Yesterday, I ran over...I heard...after...when we were all tucked in I heard, like, the recording go off when we first, like, first got married, heeheehee. That recording was so funny, I laughed way hard."
"OH MY GOODNESS! AAAHHH!"
I wake up.
"Are you ok?"
"Mmhmm."
"What was that?"
"I just saw a picture of a really cute baby."
"Was that a dream?"
"I don't know."
"I can't believe how long it's been since I sat down in the laundry like that. Uh huh. I'm not kidding. Since, like, high school. Like, maybe, like...unless we help our kids with calculus! Eeew!"
"Oh. MmmmmmMMmMmMmMmm....just kidding! Just kidding! I just felt like being a man, like sometimes...I'm kinda manly. OOO! That was cool! Like, I want plays like THAT, you know? Then you're like 'yeeeeaaah!' HUH?!"
"Allison and I used to play, like...we used to have walkie talkies too, 'cause it used to get echoey when we were way young."
"Put back our Wii! Sorry, I don't know you. OH!!! Uh, myclotheshurt, hahaha! You got me, hahaha! Sorry. Don't worry, I'm Tom Call's wife...if that makes you feel any better."
I still hadn't fallen asleep when she said this, so I thought I'd play it out:
"Looks like MY husband's taking up half of the bed."
"What?"
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"MMMMMmmmMmMmMmmmmmmmm........."
"I did get that on recording."
"Mmmmm..."
"And it's going on the blog."
"Mmm-mmm."
"You're not even awake."
"Mmmhmm!"
"What did you say?"
"...mmm..."
"That's what I thought."
"Oh. Teeheehee. I'll just...get back over...I guess...somehow...probably the same way we did...originally. Uh...ok. We'll figure something out. Thank you!"
I have no idea what's going on here. It sorta sounds like sound effects mixed with some fake Chinese, then Abu from Aladdin, and some spitting. The only intelligible thing she says is:
"And that...aaaaaaand there goes...there it goes! That's...thatcertainsthereweup there you go! Do you feel that? TA DAAAA! We found it, Tom! Did you get crushed?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Oh, that was...wait, you had it?"
"Hmmm?? What??"
"Oooohhh, ok, never mind."
"What are you talking about?"
"Never mind."
"What are you talking about?"
"The automatic....*yawn*"
"What? Oh. No. Right here! Whoa. Oh. Do you guys have the conditioner? .......did anyone grab conditioner?
*stretch* "Ew, I didn't mean to put my foot near the food, sorry. Maaahggghraaaiiinn. Never mind."
We both sleep-talked in this one, and I can't tell what we're saying:
Megan: "I hope I don't have Disney nightmares for the next couple of nights. I hope this is the end."
Tom: "Are you awake now?"
Megan: "Hmm?"
Tom: "Are you awake right now?"
Megan: "Mmmhmm."
Yeah, she wasn't awake.
"OOOHHH. Thats crazy! What the...I could have sworn it was real. Wvnoeszvionefhaenvie a couple of times, like a drill?"
We've been on vacation in Disneyland, hence the lack of recent posts. Megan, for some reason, can't stop dreaming about it. She's told me that she has had continuous nightmares about it.
This one could be because I kept wanting to go on California Screamin' repeatedly:
"What, you wanna do Screamin' again?"
Then this one:
"....yeeessss? Wait. What are you asking me to be done with?"
"I panicked for a second, cuz...for some reason...at...umm...frau--no. I can't remember. What do we always do? Crau--no. WAAAAIT! Trau--no. (yawn) I thought you and I were going to have to tread water for forever. And then, like...I don't know. Really weird."
"Lately this feels, like, useless, like, lately I can't even, like, say....cha-chuh...whaaat? Can't--catch a, a whiner...iknowwhereguysa....*sigh*"
Then, after my alarm went off at 7:00 am she started to freak out a bit. She has no recollection of this at all:
Megan: "Now you know how I feel esfvewonsvdoAAAAA!"
Tom: "...huh?"
Megan: "HWWOOOOoooaaaaa!"
Tom: "wha...what?"
Megan: "Huh?"
Tom: "What did you say?"
Megan: "Oh. I had a dream like...that...yesterday."
Tom: "Hmm."
It started with this, which I wasn't awake for. Words in brackets are ones I didn't understand:
"Oh no! I [had this] drool! It was like *sluuuurp* *slide* *fffff*! (giggles) It's like *sfiiiiing*! Just kidding, I really didn't spit. Did YOU? (laughter) Oh, it kills me..."
Then there was this little bit of confusion later:
Then later, this little statement about a popular rap artist. I was awake for this one:
"Are you the other buck lady? The other lady that does the sugar...mom...sex--sex lady? Cuz..cuz...don't you have to have two people...to...to sign you off? Do you know what I'm talking about at all? Or was that you?"
Much of Megan's sleep is filled with "sleep singing", "humming", or "giggling", which is, I won't deny it and neither will she, weird. That's what you hear at the beginning of this one.
Yes, I regret to inform you that I have succumbed to weblogs.
However, those of you that know me know that this would never be just an ordinary blog. I'm not going to tell you about every little detail of my life here. You can ask my wife for that information. I don't work that way.
This is a log of some of the weirdest things I hear at night, and what I don't hear, the voice-activated app on my iPod does. Creepy, right? I record us sleeping. Haven't you ever wondered what goes on?
It's all worth it when we wake up the next morning and listen to what happens all night long, conveniently compressed into only a 10-15 minute audio file. With just a few clicks of a mouse, I can condense the most interesting conversations of the night that come from Megan's subconscious.
