I’m a very “active” sleeper, according to my husband. I spin blankets, flail, mumble, kick, and who knows what else (I have no idea – I’m asleep!) I can tell when I’ve had an “active” night because I’m the dawn of the dead come morning.
Sometime last summer, IIRC, I woke up after vaguely remembering kicking something rather hard. I didn’t think any more of it. Hubby was still asleep, so I slipped out of bed and automatically went into morning routine (pee, start the coffee, take the dogs out to potty, etc.) Went downstairs to start a wash. Came back upstairs, and hubby is standing at the counter waiting for the coffee maker to finish. He turned to me and I screamed because his eye area was partially drenched in semi-dried blood :eek:
Turned out he woke up because I’d shoved him over to the edge of the bed while I was asleep. The only reason why he didn’t roll onto the floor was because, in the process of grabbing onto the nightstand for dear life, he’d caught his browbone on the corner of the nightstand.
Nice deep little gash, too. He probably should have gotten stitches, judging from how much he’d bled on the pillowcase. He was rather woozy for the rest of the day, so I probably also gave him a mild concussion in the process :erk:
I once had a strange reaction to Nardil and wound up hitting my ex-boyfriend in my sleep. Luckily he didn’t hit me back and when I explained that I’d dreamed I was beating up a demon all was forgiven.
Lately I’ve been dreaming I’m fighting with Nazis, space aliens, sadistic P.E. teachers, etc. and I throw the bedcovers across the room, knock things off the nightstand, or jump out of the bed.
(my bold) All at the same time? 'Cause that would be an awesome dream (and possibly the next Indianna Jones film)
kiz somthing like that happend to me a few weeks ago when our 4 year-old climbed into bed with us and assumed a star shape, I rolled over and went straight over the edge and banged the side of my head on the bedside table on the way down (no blood though).
I remember reading a National Geographic article years ago about a guy who used to dream he was playing football and would crash-tackle his bedroom furniture, usually destroying it in the process or injuring himself.
My husband is an active sleeper. We sleep in a cal king though, so luckily he’s only kicked me a couple times and whacked me in the head once or twice. It’s quite unnerving when you’re dead asleep though. Do I wake him up so he doesn’t do it again? Do I wake him up to fuss at him? Do I forgive and forget because it was an accident and he’s oblivious anyway? Do I tell him in the morning so I can milk the guilt for special attention? Or do I just kick him right back and pretend I’m asleep too?
If my husband hadn’t reached out for the nightstand, he would’ve rolled off the bed and squished out little dog :eek:
There was a time a few years ago where he’d have these random leg jerks while dreaming, and he’d consequently kick me. It was more annoying than anything else and it would keep me awake. I campied out on the living room couch a few times as a result. He’d wake up, wonder where I was, then wander downstairs to find me fast asleep
A few months ago I was dreaming that I was sitting at a table next to an open window, petting my cat contentedly sitting on the windowsill. Suddenly I noticed I was actually petting a full grown lion. In extreme fear, I formed a plan. My only chance I thought was to hit as hard, and as quickly as I could, right on his nose.
I don’t know what woke me first, my wife yelling or the pain in my hand when it connected with the top of her head. Although she did have a headache for a while and I didn’t break any fingers, I was most thankful that it was the top of her head I hit, and not her nose or almost any other part of her. With the lack of any serious injury, we :dubious: could appreciate the humor of the situation.
