Mysteries from 2006

Did you ever see that episode of Seinfeld where Jerry half wakes up in the middle of the night to write down an idea he had for a joke, but then in the morning can't read his writing?  He spends the rest of the episode trying to get people to figure out what it means.  I have those moments a LOT since my handwriting is only legible if I have time to write carefully (so, like half of the thank you notes I write and that's bloody it), and I am known for writing lists and notes to myself while doing other things.  Sometimes it's a curse to be a "list" person.


Anyway, this "what does it MEAN???" moment hit me extra hard today when Jeremy got out a photo album from a Upper Peninsula camping trip we took in 2006 (he is trying to get me to go camping.  With a one-year-old.  HA!) and out fell some slips of paper.  Apparently Jeremy spent much of 2005 and 2006 documenting all the crazy things I said in my sleep. 


Did I ever mention I talk in my sleep?  I do.  Big time.  And much more so when I am under a great deal of stress.  Apparently 2005-2006 were extra-stressful years, because I would even talk during cat naps on the couch.


So, pretty much everything is funny but can be explained (I was talking about Mickey Mouse because Jeremy was watching House of Mouse while I slept, etc.) except for this doozy:


"I'm mad because ... because you are supposed to be urging me to jump on the texture of a bird ... that's why it matters."


The combination of words, the outlandishness, the sheer outrageous:  It's the perfect storm of sleep talking.


Here's where you come in folks:  What does it MEAN or why the heck did I say it?


The best answer gets a walk-on role in my next sleep-talk comment.