I talk in my sleep. It appears to be a generic quirk. She reports that what I say is a mix of English, French, a declining smattering of Spanish, pig-latin, and some wushwush pidgin I spoke with my twin.

It’s not random: she’ll ask me to repeat it and she says the syllables sound the same but still make no sense. If she asks me to repeat them again, apparently I enunciate the mess slowly, as if to a child, in an exasperated tone.

I’ve begged her to record it when it happens. So far, no dice.