You resurrected a month-old zombie on purpose? 
Here’s mine:
Lying in bed having a half-asleep conversation with my gal-pal in college, I start to fall all the way into dreamland.
GF: So, like why did he do that anyway?
Me: I don’t know, but I sure hope that giant drops that spoon.
GF: …
GF: What?
The lunacy of my statement actually woke me back up. 
Also in college, I had two friends who were roommates in the suite next to mine. One was a small town boy like myself from Arkansas (J), and the other was an exchange student from Ethiopia(F). This particular incident happened the very first week they’d met each other, and it freaked out my friend J for a long time…
J was at the computer desk in the room (these were very small dorm rooms) with the lights out playing a video game. Meanwhile, F was snoozing peacefully right next to him on the bottom bunk. Suddenly, F sits straight up, opens his eyes and stares balefully at J and starts shouting in Amharic. After about 10 seconds, he shuts up, closes his eyes and lays back down to slumber peacefully.
J told me that he stayed frozen in his chair looking at F for a few minutes afterward. 
This one from me, not my boyfriend.
Thursday (Dec 26) and im so tired. Im sitting in my parents living room, wanting to go home, to bed, I worked the day, and have to work the next day too. My dad is talking about various issues with my Grandmother, incase something happens while he and my mom are away for 2 months this winter.
Her hairdressing account is up to date, the med bills are payed, yada yada, bring her the newspaper and some strawberry ensure … Im listening, but so tired Im starting to hallucinate. Suddenly I get impatient will all the details and I look at Dad and demand.
“Yes, but who is going to buy all that cat food?”
Seriously…what the? No one in our family owns our has owned a cat. Not my Grandmother, not my parents (mom is highly allergic) and not me. (Unless having a roommate for weeks 15 years ago with kittens counts.)
But half asleep, that was my biggest concern. Not my grandmothers care and well being, not my parents household needs, I needed to know who was going to buy the catfood. I infer, from my tone, that it was not going to be me.
I suspect that the item being discussed in the OP is actually a caulk gun?
(That or it really is a butter extruder. I won’t deny the possibility)
I do believe so. My son and his mother would carry on extended conversation.
No, in the dream I was looking at joining steel beams, T bars or I beams or something (rivets were involved). So I was dealing with “extruded steel”, but I’ve no idea what the hell “butter” had to do with anything. I think I was trying to remember a civil engineering term of some kind. For some reason, I seemed to think the word I was trying to remember is a term that one would also hear frequently while watching Star Trek. Probably not “butter” though.
I had a really weird dream early this morning, but I don’t remember it well. I remember something about a parade and a carriage, and I think I was a concubine or slave of some sort. Apparently, I woke my husband up with the following gem:
“I can assure you, Your Majesty, that the pain in my ass will be exceeded only by the pain in yours.”
:eek:
Once when I was in college, I rolled over in bed and announced to my spouse-to-be: “Put it on a banner with Garfield, and hang it over the freeway.” Then I went back to sleep. I remembered saying it when I woke up, but had no idea *why *I said it.
Twenty years later we still use this as an in-joke phrase for something that doesn’t make sense.
A freind of mine has one of those phrases:
“I think it’s further down than it actually is.” Said while not fully awake.
ETA: But at first blush it almost sounds like it makes sense.
My husband gets up several hours before I do, and isn’t always successful at not waking me up. However, he rarely wakes me up fully. He gets a big kick out of trying to keep up the weird conversations. Then he’ll call me later, and tease me about it.
One morning when it was still kind of dark in the bedroom, I saw him bending down at the foot of the bed, then popping back up, then repeating it. He was actually getting clothes out of the dresser drawers. But in the semi-dark I could just see his head bobbing up and down.
Me: “Hah! I’ve got your damn head.”
Him: “What?”
Me: “It won’t be bouncing around and bugging me no more.”
Him: “Well, give it back, I need it for work.”
Me: “Okay.”
A family classic as reported by my mother: One night my father was mumbling loudly in his sleep and she asked him, “Are you asleep?”
He answered firmly, “I’m not a sheep, I’m an old goat,” and rolled over. Didn’t remember it in the morning, but it sure sounded like him.
“The subway’s the worst place to hide from zombies,” I ended up telling my bedside lamp as I woke up one morning.
I don’t even remember the dream. One of the weirdest moments ever.
The other day my roommate told me she was going to work (it was early and I was asleep at the time) and I responded with, “I will miss your belly while you are at work!”
I was having a dream that her stomach was actually a time machine and had taken us back to the year 1909. It was covered with dials and buttons and stuff and I suppose if she went to work and took her belly with her I would miss it and be forever stuck in 1909. 
Not exactly talking in my sleep, but I once had a dream about falling, which caused me to sit up in bed and let out a long shout at the top of my lungs: “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” After this, of course, my wife is wide awake and scared to death, going “what is it? what’s wrong?” The shouting had woken me up, and I just said, “Oh, sorry about that,” and immediately went back to sleep. Wife did not find it so easy to get back to sleep, and was not amused.
Actually, along the same lines, the other night I dreamt that a buddy of mine and I had set up a sting to catch a serial killer. Our brilliant plan was to let the serial killer think he’d killed us, then - A-ha! Gotcha! - we would have all the proof we needed, catching him red handed. So my buddy waited in one room, and I waited in the other, and the serial killer showed up in the room I was in.
I put on an Oscar-worthy performance of pretending I was dead. But seeing as I was still breathing and all, he wasn’t convinced so then tried to kill me some more. I was trying to yell for my buddy to come help, but you can’t do shit like that when you’re dreaming (kind of like when you try to run and you do only in slow motion).
So I tried, and tried and TRIED to yell: “Hey, got him! And he’s killing me.”
In real life, I was fighting of the sleep paralysis, and my girlfriend said I was making loud zombie noises: “Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!” Then I woke up and asked “Did we get him?”
I just figured out what you are talking about! When NASA was first constructing the ISS they were talking about how to make space construction easier. One of the ideas was a device that would take rolls of aluminum (or some such metal) and feed it through a machine that would extrude a triangular lattice girder. The girders could be made any length and then connected together as the frame. I believe Boeing had created a working device.
Rats! I knew I shoud have patented the idea as soon as I dreamt it!