Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Tell us about a time when it was impossible not to overhear a conversation between people who didn’t know you were there. What was the conversation about? How did it make you feel?
On the subway or in enclosed spaces, how can one escape listening in on other’s conversations? Even more problematic, what to do when you are sharing a bed or a bedroom with a sleep talker? I haven’t really ever deciphered anyone’s sleep talk, it was always garbled or mumbled and those two sleepers were my baby girl and my hubby. I, on the other hand, talk in my sleep according to my hubby, but when I do, it is in French. So far I haven’t said anything interesting.
Except for this one time, I was at my cousin’s house near Marseilles and my cousins Leon, Didier and I were sleeping in the living room. The next morning, my cousin Didier said that he was shocked and embarrassed by the things that I had mumbled in my sleep and it was a family scandal that I should say such things. I was mortified, I was 13 and I couldn’t imagine what I might have said, but Didier was so serious, he really had me going. I finally wore him down with my pleading and guessing, that he at last told me what I had said during my sleep. It was so very bad, I never spoke in this manner, I am a little embarrassed to share it with you but here goes, cover your ears if you are faint of heart. I said “merde, sh*t, f**k” in my sleep. I didn’t know then what I was dreaming about, it must have been a doozy of a dream, but it made my cousin Didier’s day to torment me and poke fun at me. He has the tendency to enjoy teasing his loved ones mercilessly, I should feel honored to be in that special group and I do feel lucky to have cousins that love me and tease me. It’s all in good fun.