Filmmaker and editor Adam Rosenberg has been talking in his sleep for years. At least, this is what his bedmates have told him over the years. Doctors have defined this form of sleep talk as "somniloquy."  

So what else was this guy to do but to put his recording skills to good use and record himself sleep?

The video, which was released online, shows Rosenberg in bed saying some pretty weird things. While the video of Rosenberg in bed is a reenactment, the voice recording is all real! Here are some of the highlights from this guy’s nightly conversations.

Oh my God you guys oh boulder there! Get some more fucking towels that's good shit. 

I don’t know of anything considered as “good shit” that has ever required more towels.

Uh oh! Uh, oh, ooo, oo! Oowaa ah, ah the. Woof. A fuh wursh Irish. Eh um. Not warsh. 

Does he not know that the Irish and the Welsh speak English? His unconscious didn’t need to come up with a fake new language.

That's were all my farts go. 

Heaven? I'm doing it hard as I can I really am! Can you feel the struggle?

Just add look dust! Da looky as. Cause, cause you act like a booger cause, you fuzzy. Cause it fancy.  

How exactly would one need to behave to act like a booger?

Right on the, right on the sub line Right on the love line. Right on the pip pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. 

I know it’s his unconscious talking but this guy has no right to mix puppies with the love line.

Mmmmmmmmmmm honey. Anyway you lazy doooog baby baby baby dog togo brunt chit fuck up shit. Gobbledy-gupth-togeth ortella trrrr.

Woah bikes!  

Yes, because we don’t see enough of those in the real world.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Actually… Strength. Warrior strength. 

Any time is a good time to find your Zen. And then say something like, Hmmmm shit.

Once a brown hanna banny. Hanna pranny spponey spooner. Round a penny two away. Poppa ganny rolls! Keedle? Keedle-leeedle-leedle-loodle? Dooda- laddle? Wah and then and nd then then those girls they have pee, and they have penises.

Mmmm the fa-crotch. 

Of course, the crotch area is bound to make an appearance; this is a guy’s unconscious we’re talking about. There’s more…

Pig boy? Big boy? Like big? Like biig? Like like Biiiig Huuuuge! 

Nothing to see here, just a guy working on improving his self-esteem…

…And then he has conversations with other people in his unconscious to drive the point across. You know, so everyone is sure how big it is. Daaat's truuue broooo!

Ride...to catch...only a mind for catch but not to catch. 

Getting philosophical now. I sense there’s a hint of Shakespeare in this stream of thought.

Wha- shwanie miney? Warnee? Do you have some warnee? 

A question I ask myself almost every day.

Ooooahhhh garbage pants. 

It seems that in the unconscious world of this man, garbage pants are it. Haute couture black plastic pants, anyone?

I can’t believe it! I really can’t because this guy went all Russian mafia at the very end. 

Eeee Gustav Gustave excuse deasdavitch.