Blabbing in Zzz

I have a nasty habit of talking in my sleep. When I was shacking in an all-guy dormitory during college days, my roomy would tell me I was mumbling something in my slumber. He couldnt figure anything out because for one, it was in english, and for another, just like any other typical nights in that dormitory, he was all plastered. I had a fear of unconsciously blabbing out my deepest secrets, the blackmail potential types.
This past forthnight, its been happening again. My sister in law told me I, in one moment seemed like arguing with someone and the next trashtalking in a rather seedy place. Weve been sleeping in one room, all six of us (mom, bro, Doonah, my sis in law and Ysabelle) for two weeks now because Ysabelle tosses and turns in her sleep, thus the possibility of her hurting herself is high (in the slightest creak, all six of us just bolt upright simultaneously, its like a choreographed Thriller dance move.). and the airconditioner has a power of all the horses in Sta. Ana, We need more body to generate heat and ease it off a smidgen, another reason is, before going to bed, we like to goof around and poke fun and often times butcher each other, nothing binds the family better than the old banters.
Four straight days of talking in my sleep, and the only words they figured are "Blast, You, Drop Dead, Hilarious". Its quite a comfort I talk so fast (both in waking and dousing hours) they cannot catch every word, it becomes their latest past time "cracking my indecipherable sleep mumbo jumbo''
Given I still have so many unresolved personal issues, those that I dont give a flying fart during my waking hours, and the fact that Ive been burying my head in all my unfinished books, heavily annotating them and looking some words up, my mind might still be working during my REM.
Keep your hyperactive stream of thoughts unintelligible Dadge, for the life of you!