“I’m baking pillows. Burn them slowly, keeps them fluffy! Mmmmmm, pillows.”

During a dinner with friends on Friday night we somehow got on to the topic of sleeptalking. My friend’s boyfriend insists that she laughs in her sleep, sometimes so much that she wakes herself up. I thought that makes a nice change from the usual snoring complaint.

Then The Times ran this article on the weekend about The Sleep Talkin’ man.

Apparently, Londoner Adam Lennard has an adventurous subconscious and his long-suffering wife, no doubt equally amused and exasperated, has decided to record his ramblings and share them with the world. The blog, Sleeptalkinman, will be launching the audio recordings today.

From the downright odd “Oompa loompas don’t sing in heaven. They tidy up the clouds” to the rather more telling, “Your mum’s at the door again. Bury me. Bury me deep” the psychoanalysts are sure to have a field day with this one.

I’m waiting for the day someone creates a dream projector and we can watch this guy’s thoughts on screen. Anything would beat Big Brother.

Lara Crisp, Managing Editor