Snapshots

Do you know what cellophane is?  Well, I didn’t think I know.  But guess what, apparently I did know, and apparently the weapon is underneath it.

Dez said I was weird last night.  I woke her up by talking clearly and loudly (apparently not the usual kind of sleep talk).  I sat up, ruffling the bed as if I was looking for stuff.  She asked me if I was ok, since she thought I might have been awake.  I said “I think so“, and continued ruffling the bed.  And then I said, “Oh, the weapon is underneath the cellophane!“  Well, that’s surely surprising, since I’ve only ever heard the word being used before, but never have used it myself.  I’m pretty sure of that, since I didn’t really know what cellophane is.  So last night would’ve been the first time I used it in a sentence…

Sometimes I wish she could just wake me up while I was babbling away.  Maybe I could then remember what I was actually dreaming about.  It might’ve been interesting!  It might’ve been prophetic!  But I guess now we’ll never find out what that weapon was, and why I was looking for it…

Oh, and some nights ago, apparently I was fairly upset that I had to pay duty on something.  “WHY do I have to pay duty on this?“  Dez said I sounded pretty upset.

Anyway, for those of you who own a Wii and who vote (or at least know what Wii Vote is)…  Well, Dez and I have been voting on and off ever since Wii Vote came out like… early 2007?  For those of you who don’t know, basically every 2 days or so there is a new question, and you can choose your answer between the 2 possible choices.  And then you get to “predict” what the majority would choose.  Dez and I have been agreeing on most of our “predictions”, but occasionally we would have different predictions.  That’s when it gets exciting, because we’re kinda trying to out-do each other in the prediction accuracy, so one of us would be wrong…

Last week, both Dez and I have come extremely close to being perfect on that prediction graph.  So I took photos of it.  It’s very likely that we’ll never come this close again.

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I read something insightful a couple of days ago:

A person said: “Ah, don’t worry about getting married. The real killer is having kids. Put that off as long as possible, because once you do that, your childhood is done, forever.”

To which another person replied: “That is completely wrong. Having kids gives you a second, wonderful, childhood.”

I completely agree.

Anyway, on a completely separate note, I have finally figured out the riddle that is Angelina Jolie’s name.  Yes, you read that correctly.

Ever since I learned of her name, I knew there was something there that didn’t sound… right.  Something was missing.  It was almost like a tongue twister, but not really.  But finally, after L mistakenly referred to her as “Jolie Angelina“, I figured it out.

First, separate her name into segments, like this: an + geli + na + jolie.  It’s like saying “1 2 3 2…”  It’s missing the next sound.  It’s like a pattern begging to be recognized and completed.  If someone says, “3 point 1 4 1 5 9 …” and pauses, you would say “6″ after that.  If someone says “1 1 2 3 5…” and pauses, you would say “8″.  If someone says “1 2 3 2…” and pauses, you would say “1″.

So to complete the pattern, one would say “an geli na jolie an”…

Ok, now onto a vaguely related note, since we are on the subject of Angelina Jolie…

A couple of weeks ago I had a pretty elaborate dream that involved Angelina Jolie.  I don’t remember most of the details, but the boiled down version was like this:  There was chaos, anarchy of some sort.  People were fleeing to somewhere.  There was a sense of urgency in the air.  For reasons I do not recall, I was given the choice of staying married to Dez, marrying Angelina, OR BOTH.  Yes, the laws in my dreams permitted polygamy, apparently.

The shocker is that, after much deliberation, I decided, in my dream, that I would just stay married Dez.  Shortly afterwards I woke up.  Feeling that this outcome was safe to tell Dez, I told her about the dream.  Guess what she said?

“Why were you dreaming about Angelina Jolie!?”

:-/

Apparently I’m getting more talkative.  Dez often asks me in the morning about what I don’t remember saying.

“What does ‘I see I like your cute legs‘ mean? :-p cuz that’s what SOMEBODY said in their sleep last night.”

And then the day after…

“:-p You told me I was singing last night.  Do you remember that?  You said I was singing about chili dancing on my chest. :-p  And before that, you said ‘we shouldn’t go there‘.  I said, ‘where?’ and you said ‘the depot‘.  And I am like ‘where’s that?’, and you said ‘you know… Victoria… *mumble mumble* …ZzZzz.z….”

It really can get quite unnerving sometimes (for me).  Obviously I have no clue what I said in the middle of the night.  I remember some dreams, but nothing I ever said seemed to relate to anything I could remember.  I mean, what if I say some other woman’s name, no matter how innocent it could be?  Or say something that can be easily misinterpreted?  Or, she could simply say that I said something I didn’t say.  She could make up her own reason to get mad at me… not like there isn’t enough reasons already.

Zzz… z..z…ZzZ.z.z….

A: *sits up and fumbles the bedside table*
D: “What are you doing?”
A: “I’m just looking at the wall.”
D: “?” *thinking he must be looking for his glasses*
A: *lies back down and goes back to sleep*

This was from last week.  Of course, I never remember any of these episodes.  But you know what?  Although unlikely, but who’s to say that she didn’t just dream up the entire incident?

Normally I sleep like a corpse (albeit a talking one).  Often I climbed into my side of the neatly made bed, tuck myself under the sheets, and then woke up seeing that Dez’s side of the bed was still neatly made (this is when she was on night shift).  I can just slip out of bed and pull the sheets a bit and the bed would look like no one slept in it.

Dez told me I was conversing with myself in short phrases last night.

We have a voice recorder that can be activated through voice detection.  I think it’s time to take it out again.

Zzzz…  Zz….z….

A: “Can you please point the knife away from me?”
D: “Huh?”
A: *mumble mumble*

So, apparently my somniloquy is increasing in frequency again.

A quick googling reveals some disturbing words like disease, psychiatric disorder, illness, and treatments.  Wow, I didn’t know it was supposed to be a serious problem.