So you might actually think I'm mad after this.
The thing is, I really do hear voices. Sometimes. It happens when I'm very tired - literally falling asleep where I sit. It's not an auditory thing (I don't "hear them in my ears") but a mental one. Like a radio dream, in which I'm surrounded by a lot of voices mumbling away over each other, and if I pay attention I can occasionally catch a louder sentence.
The individual voices often have very strong accents or patterns of speech (Shakespearian, say). They tend to be gendered neutral or masculine. They aren't addressing me directly, they're just talking.
So I decided to write them down as they occurred for a few days and actually see what they were saying. Am I tuning in to cellphone frequencies? Do I have a multiple personality disorder? Are my inner Jungian Archetypes getting uppity? Am I a medium? Is this a key to unlocking writing creativity?
[NB: Until writing this post I hadn't looked back over my notes, so this is as new to me as it is to you, gentle reader]
"One particular phonecall, and her body will be found."
[American drawl:] "How ya feelin'? Y'alright, kid?"
[Northern English, rough male:] "You'll find yer flying to work, like."
"Maybe your recurring symbol is an EXCLAMATION MARK."
"We might ask Clarinson - I'll leave it up to you."
"End of't stick, Daisy."
[Posh, female:] "He hasn't much, if I only give him £400 a month."
"So, Hornsley ... the Queen will never hear our messages."
"Have you seen it?" "No, I don't think I have."
"Apparently it is synonymous in Lancashire."
"What, you don't really remember me? What are you doing here?"
"With weird hooks on their hands"
"He does that thing with his toes..."
"My son-in-law's is a very assured tactic."
"Well, I thought you might not be my thing."
[1950's BBC newsreader:] "The group has now taken control of Glasgow, as the working classes..."
Oh dear! Given the near-total lack of content, I'm inclined to assume that my brain subvocalises nonsense on a grand scale. My speech centres must be in gear, churning out grammatically-structured but meaningless sentences like froth ... and sometimes I can listen in, that's all.
Damn it guys, I so wanted to be psychic!