Sam has always talked a little bit in his sleep. It's typically been the occasional word, with a phrase or two every now and then, and he's only done it maybe half a dozen times. Two nights ago took the cake.
For about three hours, he'd periodically have conversations, little two or three minutes talks. There was some other party involved, I think; he had the right pauses, and seemed to be responding at times. Neither Julie nor I ever made anything out, though, except once: I walked up to his door to see if I could hear any more clearly -- note that he was speaking very clearly and distinctly, just not quite loud enough -- and I heard him say, "Wake up. Wake up!" then something else.
I hope he keeps doing it; it really is the coolest thing. (Of course, it might have been cooler for me if I hadn't just finished a Stephen King novel where a little girl's imaginary friend turns out to be a creepy something-or-other, but that's my hangup, I suppose...)
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