Oof.

[elsajeni]

So, normally I do not talk in my sleep. And yet last night, I not only talked in my sleep-- I talked in my sleep vehemently enough that it woke me up. You'd think anything that moved me not only to talk in my sleep, but to do so loudly, would be pretty important, right?

So why did I suddenly feel the need to say, "No! Mongolian cheese!" at two in the morning?

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[slithers.livejournal.com]

it was mongolian cheese of death of course.

btw..you need to return my phonecall :P

[canemex.livejournal.com]

I wonder the same thing when, at camp, I emerge from the sleep of the dead to be told that I threatened to kill everyone in my sleep. As in, "I'll kill you!"

At least in your case, you're not belying your true desires to destroy the world and all of its foolish inhabitants, especially those guys who utterly humiliated you last week. Those morons.

I mean... oh, crap. I'll just go now.