Do You Talk in Your Sleep?

Most of the time I just mumble nonsense but according to my boyfriend, one night I sat up in my sleep, “looked” at him and began ranting in German. He couldn’t understand what I said because he doesn't really speak it but he did say that he recognize a lot of swear words. So it sounds like I become possessed when I fall asleep

I thought I had posted this story before, but I couldn't find it, so: Yes, I talk in my sleep. And my husband found out about that shortly after he moved in with me; he rolled over and cuddled up to me one morning when we'd been living together for about a week or two, and apparently when he did so I said, loudly and clearly, "Get the f*** off of me!" I woke up to him moving away from me and asking what was wrong in a panicked, hurt voice, and all I could do was mumble, "Nothing. What, did I say something?"

Oops.

A month or so later I found out he talks in his sleep when I asked him if he could tell me what time it was and he answered, "Yeah, the cat's still in the fridge."

This past Tuesday he woke me up talking in his sleep, and the conversation went:

"Baby. Baby! Baby!"
"What's wrong?"
"Do you remember that time when we were talking about how bad your memory was?"
"...No?"
"Remember? We were talking about how bad your memory was... *starts laughing* Don't you remember?"
"...No, I don't, and I'm trying to sleep, babe."
"But it was so funny! You really don't remember?"
"Baby, I don't know what you're talking about. Why is that funny?"
"We talked about how you had to write stuff on your arm! It was really funny! *starts laughing again*"
"...Anthony, I don't know what you're talking about but I'm SLEEPING. Shut up."
"Okay..."

We had to be up at 5:00am, and I woke up asking him why the hell he woke me up last night and he couldn't remember a thing about it.

I don't, but my sister does. One time when we were sharing a room at my mother's house, she started talking to me like I was a doctor or something haha XD

I share a room with my brother, and apparently last week I started mumbling a phrase in German like five times, and then started laughing maniacally.
Here's the weird part: I don't really know German that well, but I found out what I was saying, "Und hinter tausend Stäben, Keine welt" which translated basically means "and behind those thousand rods, no world", WHICH IS DEPRESSIVE AS HELL, MAN!

Also, I apparently quoted Oscar Wilde's "Ballad of Reading Gaol" and started laughing maniacally once before.

I wish I could remember what the hell was funny, because both things are hugely depressive.