I always thought sleep-talking was just mumbling nonsense—like, the usual gibberish people say when their brain is half-asleep. Maybe the occasional "Where's my shoe?" or "Did you feed the dinosaur?" kind of randomness. But nah. Apparently, my subconscious skipped straight past funny sleep-talk and went full-on cryptic horror dialogue, and now my roommates are questioning if they live with a sleep-deprived college student or an actual possessed entity. Let me break down the nonsense that...