The Microphone Was Never On (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: February 7, 1999

Three in the Morning

The time crept up to 3:00 a.m. when Lyssa and I decided to get to sleep. Lyssa pretty much crashed out straight away while trying to massage my head because of my headache. For the next couple of hours I tried to get to sleep but my headache wasn’t permitting it and for that I was in and out of light sleep. However, I was lucky that I didn’t get to sleep because around 5:00 a.m.

A Sleeping Comedian

Lyssa started talking in her sleep and it was so funny to listen to I thought I would try and tape it. Lyssa started off with a goofy laugh that I’ve never heard before and it sounded like a laugh she would only have probably with her lady friends at College. Actually, it sounded like Lyssa was talking to one of her College friends when she said “Are you serious, is that how it goes, your own boyfriend goes out with your boyfriend of your old boyfriend (Starts laughing goofy) that’s mad”.

To explain her gushy laugh she would go ‘Hi hi hi’ in a snickering and low voice kind of way and then try to catch her breath back while still grinning. Lyssa would go through this laughing sequence about two or three times in a row, it was heaps funny, especially watching her facial expressions.

Lyssa then asked while still in her dream “Is that how it goes” and as she went silent for a little while I thought I should be the one to answer her back. Maybe Lyssa was talking to her friend still in her sleep but I thought I would butt in and confuse Lyssa by adding another face to her dreams. Lyssa sounded so funny in conversation that I thought I would turn my computer on and as I did Lyssa heard it and seeing the dim light come on Lyssa covered her eyes.

This was also pretty much cute and as Lyssa asked if I was putting on the computer I told her I was going to play some games because I still had a headache. The sad part about turning my computer on and getting a great two minute sample of Lyssa talking madly in her sleep was sad because I never had the mike plug turned on in the computer setup. For that the two minutes I chatted to Lyssa with about peeling a whole avocado, touching her boobies and visiting a whole block of shops in Scotland went to waste.

Dream Conversations

There were some parts of conversation that I remember when Lyssa was sleep-talking and I recall that Lyssa was speaking to me in such a way that she thought she was still dreaming and I was one of the characters in those dreams. There was a part of our conversation where Lyssa started sulking because she wanted to use the phone to ring overseas and for fun I said no. Sulking and with her face in a frown and her eyes still closed she cried “You never let me use your phone to ring long distance”.

I asked he who I am and then she said “ha, ha, very funny”. Saying something else to Lyssa she pulled a mocking face and started mimicking what I said in a mocking voice. Wishing that I had a camera, it was just a golden moment for Lyssa to be sleeping, her eyes to be closed and for her to be mocking my words as if to get me pissed off or frustrated in real life. “What’s my name, spell it for me” I asked Lyssa and I was surprised that she did and I was in her dream or she was remembering parts of reality.

Scotland and the Avocado

Other conversations we came across and that I joined in upon was how she was in Scotland shopping and she noted that there were six streets full of shops for buying clothes and other girl stuff, figures. It made me think that Lyssa was dreaming about being with Janice whom she picked up recently from the airport with Milton and Nikita. Then there’s the part where I decided to turn down my computer’s glare and Lyssa said “Here, peel it”.

After asking Lyssa what she wanted me to peel she uttered “Peel the whole avocado, do it in one go”. There was heaps more to go around like when I had the microphone in her face and I started touching her boobs to see what reaction she gave. “Don’t touch them” she said in a girlish way and asking what I was touching she uttered “My boobies”. That alone would have been golden to have recorded but alas, my computer I will once again note did note have the microphone button turned on so, no sound.

Waking Her for Water

When Lyssa said her first words to me which was the thing about boyfriends and when she let out that goofy laugh I started whispering in her ear to try and wake her up. “Open your eyes” I kept saying in a badgering way and Lyssa did so for a second each time and then closed them back up again. It was funny to see this also and once I got Lyssa awake she pleaded for me to get her a drink, she was thirsty.

“I’ll do that if you can remember what you were dreaming about” I asked and then Lyssa drew a blank not being able to remember the dream she was having just seconds beforehand. That didn’t bother me at all as I gave Lyssa her drink and as she went back to sleep I kept chatting to her. Lyssa even visited the toilet downstairs naked because I didn’t allow her to wear any clothes, a mind thing. Helping Lyssa up she made her way to the toilet and what surprised me is what eventuated when she came back.

Now, she got herself back into sleeping mode and you would expect with Lyssa walking to the bath, having two sips of a drink and keeping her eyes open she would be awake enough now, wrong. Lyssa talked to me as if she was awake but very sleepy but I found that in her conversation she kept talking about things that weren’t real. For example, she started talking about the avocado and she seemed to believe we were still walking around in Scotland.

A Fix Too Late

Time kept ticking and now with the computer’s microphone problem fixed up I decided it was time to get some more of Lyssa talking. Despite my waiting half an hour for Lyssa to get back to sound sleep and my tapping her and talking to her softly to try and get her to say something in her sleep my efforts didn’t work.

The headache was still upon me and while Lyssa was still awake beforehand she suggested that I get a Panadol when I informed her why I hadn’t been sleeping yet. That I did and after fifteen minutes I myself got to sleep. Half an hour later I woke up, turned the computer off and then got myself back to sleep for the night.

Phone Calls at Midday

Rising upon us was a sun of the new day and as it did Lyssa and I slept through it. Reaching midday Lyssa and I were still sleeping but with the phone ringing still set at a soft tone I picked up. Ralf was the one giving me a call and as usual he started with “I woke you up didn’t I”.

I’m not sure what Ralf wanted but I think he was just checking if we were still heading to X-Scape at Parramatta leagues club. Also informing me that he was headed to Penrith for some shit I let him go and got myself some sleep. Half an hour after that I received a call from Shawn, he just wanted to know the plans for the night. Informing him that I would call back with knowledge I got back to sleep.

A Meat Pie Goodbye

With time creeping up to around 12:30 p.m. Lyssa and I decided to get up and hearing my last two conversations Lyssa thought she should get home soon. Before that though I made Lyssa a meat pie and myself one. Proud I was to familiarize Lyssa with the abundance of food that remains edible to Lyssa’s mind. However, when the food was finished (Where Lyssa by mistake got my steak and onion meat pie and I got her lean meat pie) and I had the lesser tasting pie Lyssa called herself a taxi.

With all her clothes now back on I suggested to Lyssa that her dress was pretty much see through. As she was sitting on the ground with her legs slightly crossed I couldn’t help but to look up the length of her skirt. Seeing her electric baby blue G-String on I thought that if any other guy would have seen this they would be over the moon.

“I hope you don’t sit as casually as you do in front of me when you wear your skirt out” I mouthed. Lyssa then took it upon herself to look down her own skirt to see what I was talking about, nice sight, nice and clean. Anyway, for once I waited out the front with Lyssa for only a minute as her taxi arrived and I think we kissed on the cheeks for a goodbye.

Walking to the taxi the sun was right on her back and with that I could not only see the color of her G-String but the color of her ass through the thin texture. I bet that if you looked closely you could read the tag, well, it wasn’t that sheer. When Lyssa arrived home I gave her a call and informed her of the sheer material, she didn’t seem that phased as she only goes out at night with it on. Lyssa wearing skirts again, that’s new…

Counting Toilet Trips

Now, before I go on to finish my Diary entry for now (As the time is 6:43 a.m.) I’m going to note a minor detail about the night Shawn stayed over with his Nintendo. I was eating watermelon before he came over and adding onto that heaps of cordial would seem just in me to mention that I went to the toilet a lot.

To be exact, Shawn and I kept count of how many times I visited the toilet from 11:00 p.m. until early 6:00 a.m. and the count of peeing was 16 times. Oh yeah, they weren’t just little droplets, they were the ‘Release the bladder of urine’ type ejection. On top of that I went to the toilet only once for the alternative and all up, I visited the toilet 16 times. Now that I’ve mentioned that I will get myself some sleep and upon waking up I will finish off the rest of this chronology.