I remember my once my parents were going out for the night. My Mom had told me in no umcertain terms to do my laundry before I went to bed. They get home from their night out and the first thing she does is come to my room to ask me if I had done my laundry:
Mom: “Shakes did you do your laundry?”
ME: “mm er… Yeah…” (I hadn’t)
Mom: “Are you sure?”
Me “YES!..” (Geting frustrated)
Mom: “Well, were did you put your clean clothes?”
Me: “I left them sitting on top of the disk drive…”
Mom: “SHAKES! GET YOUR ASS UP RIGHT NOW!”
Me: (I immediately get up. Keep in mind I have NO idea why Mom’s pissed.) “What?”
Mom: “Are you on drugs”
Me: “No!” (I was, pot)
Mom: “I can take you down to the doctor and have you checked boy…”
The rest was pretty much an arguement between me and my mother. The funny part about this was that this was way back in 1982 so my mom had NO idea what the fuck a “Disk drive” was. The only reason I know about this whole incident now is because I had a friend sleeping over at the time who told me all about it.
I don’t have any of my own, since apparently my snoring is way too loud to be able to hear any conversation. But a friend of mine started a catch phrase when she described her husband sitting up in the middle of the night and saying in a tone of righteous indignation: “The letter B? Of course I’m familiar with the letter B!”
When we were young (while he was in elementary school and I was in middle school), my brother used to talk in his sleep a lot. Most of the time the conversations went like this:
Me " Time to get up."
Him " I’m up." [he’d mumble sleepily]
Me " No really, get up now."
Him, flailing his arms " I AM up! Leave me alone!"
So, convinced that he was awake, I’d leave for school. Then I’d be confronted in the afternoon by angry little brother.
Him " Why didn’t you wake me up?! Mom had to take me to school, and now I gotta go to bed early tonight!"
Me " I did wake you up."
Him " Nuh uh."
Me " I woke you up. Then you tried to hit me and told me to leave you alone."
Him " I did n- really? I talked in my sleep then."
Me " Yeah."
Him " Then you should make sure I’m out of bed."
Me " And get hit?"
Him " Um…"
Eventually he grew out of it, but this happened about once a month for the longest time.
I had a kidney stone in 1988. Exceedingly painful until they gave me Demerol. Mr. Demerol is my friend, except he apparently makes me talk wierd.
I don’t remember any of this, but my wife at the time told me that she was talking to me and I appeared totally rational and was talking back, but that I would slip between English, German and Indonesian, and sometimes do it in the middle of a sentence. When I was speaking English, apparently I was well out in the ozone layer, so no telling what I was saying in German and Indonesian.
When I was in 5th grade, I woke up one Sunday morning all snuggled into my bed. This was weird because I had invited two of my friends over for an all night NES session. Apparently the conversation went like this:
“Goodbye you guys.”
“Where are you going?”
“Disneyworld!”
I then grabbed my pillow and walked up two flights of stairs to my bedroom. My two buddies laughed about it all the next day.
In high school, a good friend’s dad swore that when he was a teenager, sharing a room with his brother, one night his brother sat straight up in bed, still sound asleep, sang two complete verses of the Star Spangled Banner, and then lay down again as if nothing had ever happened.
Yeah, that was my reaction, too. But he swore it was two verses. I’m not sure which other verse he sang, the second or third, however. Not that it matters.
One I still remember years later, in a dead serious voice: “Indigo MUST be horizontal”. Over and over again. Umm, okay, honey.
I’ve also awoken in the middle of the night to him thrashing around, evidently having a knock-down drag-out brawl in his sleep. That night he actually reached over in his sleep and grabbed my throat :eek:
He’s also been known to wake up in the dead of night and turn on the light and start getting ready for work. I guess that’s more of a sleep-walking thing, though.
His whole family talks in their sleep and his brother also sleep-walks. Given my history of sleep terrors and sleep paralysis, I figure our kids are probably doomed to a lifetime of unhappy sleep
Mr Neville was going out to the car to bring in a bag of cat food from the trunk while I was falling asleep one night. As he was going toward the door, I said, “Don’t let the kitties out the window”.
One night, my ex girlfriend sat upright and announced “I bought nine cups.”
I (sleepily) went, “Huh? What? Say again?”
Her, “Cups. They were cheap.”
She flops back to sleep. And I’m left blinking, wondering why I’m awake.
Next morning, when I brought it up, she excitedly said, “Yes. I remember. I was so happy. They were soooo cheap.”
I was sleeping with a boyfriend, and apparently rolled over and very deliberately punched him in the face, didn’t say anything, or even wake up. He was a bit upset…but then again, he used to argue with the guys in his squadron about his helo maintenance matters in german. :smack:
My husband sleep-talks sometimes. In fact, we had quite the interesting conversation early this morning:
I wake up, and roll over. My husband begins to laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” I ask.
“Do you think if I just lay still, I’ll win the game?” he asks me. (For some reason, in my own half-asleep state, I think he’s mad at me for waking him up when I rolled over and thinks I’m playing some sort of “game” with him.)
“What?” I ask. He repeats above game comment.
Me: “What are you talking about?”
Him: “The game.” Obviously getting frustrated with me at this point. “I don’t know, maybe it’s different for you.” He rolls over.
Me: “Honey? What game are you talking about?”
Silence.
Me: “Hello? What game?”
Him: Huge sigh “I don’t know! It’s too hard to explain it to you right now!”
I asked him this morning what game he was playing, and if he ever won. He said we were playing a Star Wars video game on Xbox—actually, he said “everyone” was playing it with him—and that he was frustrated over the game. He remembers getting kind of mad at me when I kept asking him about the game, and as he started to wake up more he began to realize that what he said didn’t make any sense.
Ooooh, Mr. Athena talks in his sleep. Sometimes he even walks!
Two nights ago:
Him, at about 2am: “Turn the light on.”
Me, waking up: “Huh? Wha?”
Him: “Turn the light on.”
Me, realizing he’s talking in his sleep. OK, sometimes this is funny, I’ll turn the light on and see what happens. I reach over, and turn on my bedside lamp.
Him: “Athena! What the fuck? Turn the light off!” He never calls me by my full name unless he’s pissed off, so I know he’s pissed off.
Me: “You told me to turn it on!”
Him: “I meant the small light, not the fucking overhead light.” He’s getting increasingly pissed off.
Me: “It IS the small light.”
Him: <groans> “Athena, turn off the fucking light. I’ll deal with this.”
I turn the light off. He rolls over and goes to sleep.
At least he wasn’t pushing the bed around. When he’s stressed out - deadlines at work, etc. - I get woken up at 3 am by him LEAPING out of bed and bracing the mattress with one shoulder, either pushing it somewhere or preventing it from falling off a cliff or something.
I used to have a reading lamp that clamped to the headboard of my bed. Once, I unscrewed the bulb, placed it in a shoebox, and slid it underneath the bed.
My mom claims to have heard me speaking Farsi and French in my sleep. We used to live in Iran when I was very little (3-4) years old, and stayed in an apartment complex with a lot of French expats. Most of my playmates were either French or Iranian kids, and I used to be pretty fluent (as fluent as a 4 yr old can be) in both. The strange thing is that I promptly lost that ability when we moved back to the states. I started speaking French/Farsi in my sleep in high school. It must still be buried deep within the recesses of my brain!
Very occasionally, my roommate both walks and talks in her sleep (scared the crap out of me the first time it happened!).
Just a few nights ago, she walked into my part of the room, just as I was finishing up my homework. Her: “Is Rachel here?”
Me: “Uh, nope.”
Her: “I thought I heard her voice.”
Me: “No. Go back to bed.”
Her: “But she was supposed to bring the ketchup.”
Me: “The ketchup can wait until the morning, right?”
Her: “Tomorrow, I cook.” And she went back into her room, shut the door, and apparently fell back asleep.
I certainly fulfilled my roommately duty and mocked her thoroughly the next day.
My folks have told me that when I was a kid, about 5 or 6, they came up to bed one night after my sister and I were asleep, only to find me walking around the hallway. When they asked me what I was doing I told them I was sorting my underwear. They told me to go back to bed and I did.
As an adult, I was with my then fiance visiting her grandparents. They had a small terrier of indeterminate breed that was fond of hopping up on the couch where I was sleeping. At one point during the night he did so and I jumped out of bed screaming about rats attacking me (in a similar vein, a couple of years before I had dreamt there were mice inside my pillow and jumped up, standing on the end of the bed until I woke up enough to realize what was going on) and the next morning everybody was looking at me strangely.
I’ve always been more of a sleepscreamer than talker. Once when my father and I were at a hotel on business I evidently sat up in bed shouting about moving furniture until he woke me and told me to go back to sleep.
Another time I was visiting a friend and scared her when I was shouting “Jesus! Oh Jesus!” in the middle of the night. Of course, the next morning I had no idea what I’d been dreaming about.
My husband is the dramatic sleeper in our house. One night, I woke up to him shaking me by the shoulders. I said, “What are you doing?” (my standard response) He woke up and told me he dreamed that someone was carjacking him and hubby had him by the shoulders. I told him that he was shaking me, I wasn’t carjacking anything, and go back to sleep. The next morning, he said, “Did I shake you last nighht?” :smack:
Another time I woke up when I felt him brushing my back with his hand. Yet again, “What are you doing?” Hubby:" You have a helmet on your back!"
I would love to see one of his dreams!
