More Sleep Talking

I don't have exact dates, but you'll laugh anyways.

On our honeymoon:
Mike (sits right up and points to the corner where my jacket is hanging): "What's that moving?!"
Me: "Nothing's moving."
Mike: "That is moving."
Me: "NO IT'S NOT. GO TO SLEEP!"

Mike (sits bolt upright a few days later, staring at the cabin door: "Someone's at the door."
Me: "I don't think anyone is at the door."
Mike: "Who's at the door?!"
Me: "I don't know! The gun is on your side of the bed, why don't you go look?!"
Mike: "No." (grabs covers, rolls over, and covers his head.)

Sometime after our honeymoon:
Mike (sitting up again): "That's moving!"
Me: "What is?"
Mike: "That! On the window!"
Me: "The bouquet from our wedding is NOT moving."

A few nights after that:
Mike (who seems to jar himself into this talking unconscious state by sitting up, staring at something readjusting under the covers): "StopStevenStopStevenStopStevenStopStevenStopStevenStopSteven."

Me: "That's not Steven. It's either Jose or Batty."(Jose and Batty are two of the dogs that sleep with us.)

And lately:
Well, I can't even attempt to type what he's been blabbering lately, because the majority of it isn't English! And when it is, it's like a lesson in conjunctions and adverbs. I think he's picking up Korean or Tagolog or something from work and it's coming out in his sleep. As for what is English, I can't make heads or tales of "Always much very like sometimes never." When he starts blurting like that or in syllables I've not chance at understanding, I don't even bother to respond. The night usually goes by smoother if I don't.