Background info here.
So last night, I was unbelievably horny. I mean, I’m usually horny at night–old associations die hard when you’ve had a live-in girlfriend–but last night it was really bad. So I did something I knew I’d regret: I texted “Wanna fuck?” to my she-stalker.
Thankfully, I apparently did it on an imaginary Game Boy, not on my cellphone. Thank Og for hypnagogic hallucinations.
Mario and Luigi are on Line 1. They want to know when they can come over for that gang-bang.
The funny thing is, I have a Game Boy Pocket and a Game Boy Advance, but in the midst of my hallucination I actually did it on an old-school, 1986-style original Game Boy. The big clunky one. Although the prompts on the screen looked more like my HP graphing calculator.
I screamed and drop-kicked a pair of my pants because I thought they were some tentacled horror oozing across the floor in my sleep. Does that count?
I’m surprised I’ve never freaked my husband out by sitting upright in bed and staring at the window (where I think people are breaking in). Sometimes there are bats in the bedroom, or mice under the covers, too. Funny that, since he’s a light sleeper, too. I’ve never texted anyone for sex on a gameboy, though. Now that you’ve planted the idea, though…
Game Boy Pocket might have been more appropriate. 
I mostly get human ghosts, but last week there was a very elegant porcelain vase filled with fresh flowers floating beside my bed. I just stared at it thinking, “Wow, that’s interesting.” Then I blinked and it disappeared.
One time the charater Saitou from the anime Rurouni Kenshin walked into my room and cut off my legs with a katana.
It didn’t hurt, but I sure was pissed.
Then one time in high school I saw a guy standing in front of me and screamed “Dad!” (I really did scream) and then I woke up and my dad came into the room and I had to explain why I just yelled really loudly. It’s good to know a girl’s Dad will be there to save her from the dream-people.
I once carved “Otto” in mybedroom wall with the edge of a paper clip–but I was either sleepwalking or delirious from fever (can’t remember which). I had been reading a book entitled, Otto of the Silver Hand, and I guess I wanted to get a message to him.
Most of the anecdotes in this thread have made me giggle. This one creeps me right the hell out. :eek:
Dayam. All I get with my hypnogogic hallucinations are ants. Spotted just out of the corner of my eyes.
Not cockroaches. Ants.
I wrote the song “1999” while I was dreaming.
I get malevolent little stringy-haired girls in mouldy white nightgowns glaring at me from the corner of the room, demon imps flying around the ceiling fixtures, invisible people sitting on my bed, and psychotic unkillable axe murderers creeping down the stairs into my bedroom. I don’t even have stairs in my bedroom.
I’d rather send imaginary texts. 
I hear odd bits of conversation from people who aren’t even in the room as I’m falling asleep. Usually one or two sentences will stand out, like the night I heard a woman’s voice I didn’t recognize saying, “Does she really think she’s worth it?” I still remember that one.
Then there was the night I dreamed the Jonas Brothers were humiliating me by dropping candy on the ground and forcing me to get on my hands and knees to eat the candy. I woke up saying,“I’ve had to put up with all kinds of crap in my life and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna take this from you.” Now that was weird. 
I posted about mine [post=8778544]here[/post]. I also occasionally get the sensation of someone sitting or laying down next to me on the bed, and watching me.
I’ve sometimes had the sensation that my nestled body is sliding along at a great speed. It is very exhilarating, but I have to snap myself out of it for fear of crashing.
On occasion while falling asleep, I’ll hear a fly buzzing near my head; it generally feels like it’s going to land and crawl into my ear. It’s always accompanied by sleep paralysis, and vanishes once I can move.
It took me years to figure out that it was a hallucination, since flies buzzing around isn’t the sort of thing that screams “hallucination !”
Once, while I was asleep, I came up with a perpetual motion machine. While floating in space.
At night, while asleep, I frequently dream that I ate/swallowed something completely inappropriate, like toenail clippers, part of my pillow, chap sticks, etc… and wake up convinced that I did, and sometimes go to the bathroom thinking I should try to puke it up, but realize halfway there that if I had indeed eaten a chap stick, then my stomach wouldn’t feel quite so empty, and that it’s another one of those damn dreams again.
Nothing visual, but I hear arcade games that I haven’t played, or even seen, in the past 15 years.