Guess I’ll make my last post a moderately interesting read. Obviously you won’t remember most things done in your sleep without a witness, but how about waking up?
A few nights ago I was having a dream in which I was eating cerial. I don’t remember what was wrong with it, but apparently something didn’t bode well with me and the next thing I knew I was half awake, letting loose a good sized ball of spit out onto my bed.
Another one I didn’t remember, but my mother told me about it. As she woke me up for school one day, apparently I muttered “You should have died instead.” Pretty random as we’ve always gotten along great, but I was never good at waking up on little sleep. This occured briefly after Princess Diana died, so I assume that’s where the “instead” part comes into play.
Anyone else ever realise they were dreaming in the middle of a dream? I did, and when i woke myself up I was on the wrong side of the room with no memory of having got there.
And the other surreal thing that’s happened to me was dreaming… while I was awake. SUPER weird.
I have had two weird dreams where I have been doing something in my dream and have woken up performing the action on something else.
In was having a dream where I was smoking a cigarette (I forget the details but this is the only relevant one) and when I woke up I was sucking on the raised wooden corner piece of my bed and even had my fingers around it like a ciggy.
The other even weirder one resulted in me errantly damaging my nose. I was dreaming that I was kissing somebody and woke up to find myself tonguing the open door to my cassette player, to make matters worse the corner of it had jammed into the cartilage(sp?) in the end of my nose and it hasn’t been the same since. Plus it really, really hurt.
I have these things called Career Development Courses (CDCs). They’re the most powerful sleep aid available without a prescription.
For a while, our squadron was giving us time to study these during the day. Sounds good, right? Not when you’re in a completely quiet room. There’s usually a radio or something going in the shop, but not in this study room. And the CDCs never failed to put me right on The Edge Of Sleep. Maybe you know what I’m talking about: when you know what you see isn’t real, and you can make a conscious effort to wake up.
One time, I swear I saw a moving “I-beam” type cursor on my page. Weird. Eerie.
And then there was the time back in the day, when I used to sleepwalk. Apparently, I walked into the bathroom and peed on the floor. Somnambulism freaks me the hell out now.
Recently I went to say goodbye to my husband (who was still sleeping) before I went to work. He asked me, “Did you ever catch that kitty?” Apparently during the night he was awakened by me saying, “here, kitty, kitty.” I’ve been known to sing in my sleep too.
My mom is the greatest sleepwalker. One night during a thunderstorm, my sister and I got up to shut all of the upstairs windows, then headed downstairs to get those windows. We saw my mom, and figured she was doing the same thing we were. We told her that we’d shut the windows upstairs and she replied, “Oh no, how will we get out?”
Another night my dad woke up to find my mom sitting on the end of the bed. He asked her what she was doing and she said “Fishing.” He said, “Are you catching anything?” Her response was “no,” so he told her to come back to bed and she did. When my mom was pregnant with me, dad caught her looking out the window in the middle of the night. She scared the living crap out of him when she said “They’re out there.”
I used to sleepwalk when I was little, but haven’t done it for years (not to my knowledge anyway).
Well, I rolled over in the middle of a sleep-fistfight and punched the WryGuy squarely on the nose. I awoke just a split second before I connected, so I was actually able to pull my punch somewhat, but I still managed to do some damage. The worst part is that as I realized what I was doing, and he’s holding his nose and groaning miserably, I started laughing uncontrollably. I still feel kinda bad about that one.
This may not truly qualify, but when my daughter was very tiny and I was pretty much living in a constant state of sleep deprivation, I woke in the middle of the night with the baby nursing, a soiled diaper rolled up on the sofa next to me, and a clean diaper on the kid. My bedroom was on another floor of the house, so apparently I’d gotten out of bed, come down the stairs, picked up and changed the baby and started feeding her - in my sleep.
I’ve had dreams where I realize I’m dreaming, but can’t wake up. It’s happened a handful of times, and usually scares me, becasue I begin thinking/wondering if I’m trapped in my dream and what I’d do if I couldn’t get out. The worst time it happened, I’m dreaming that I’m sitting on the couch and watching TV (my dreams are a non-stop thrill ride) and I realize I’m dreaming. So I think to myself "I don’t really want to sit here and watch ‘The Fall Guy’, so I’ll wake up. But I can’t. I try for a while, but my dream won’t stop. So I start to worry about being trapped in a Fall Guy watching dream world, and to convince myself that I’m dreaming, I reason that I’m in my bed, not on the couch as it appears. So I realize that if I am indeed in my bed, there’s a wall to my right. So I reach out (in the dream and apparently in real life) and touch the wall. My hand actually hits the wall, but in the dream, there’s nothing there to stop my hand. So I take this as proof I’m dreaming, and after a little more effort, I force myself to wake up.
Wierd stuff. Next time I’ll probaby just watch the stupid TV show.
You think sleepwalkers all do that zombie-like shuffle? Hell no! When I sleep walk, I end up leaping out of the bed, ripping off my t-shirt, and dashing down the hall after some imagined monster (sometimes with a pillow in hand), all the while swearing up a blue streak. :eek: Lucky for me, my noisiness wakes me up pretty quickly.
My episodes tend to happen when I’m alone. Thankfully, my overnight guests have not had to put their knowledge of “what to do if you find Azul half-naked in the hallway with a pillow in hand and murder in his eyes” to use. (Short answer: Tell Azul to go to bed. Do not engage in combat. Do not take pictures and post them to the internet. Try not to laugh too much over breakfast the next morning.)
I once dreamed that an ex-girlfriend called me from the local airport. She said she would be there for 15-30 minutes and to hurry. I jumped up, ran out the door and to my truck (in the pouring rain) before realizing it was a dream. Very humiliating to be standing in the rain in your boxers with an open truck door.
One of my most annoying dream/waking habits is to be dream about a phone conversation with someone, in the middle of which (in the dream) I fall asleep.
Sometimes they’re so vivid and convincing that I’ve had to call the person and make sure they hadn’t called me while I was sleeping.
I talk in my sleep a lot. I usually sleep with a mouthpiece to keep from grinding my teeth. I’ve woken up on more than one occassion holding the mouth piece in my hand (so that the person – in my dream – can understand me clearly), and find myself in the middle of explaining something. Some recent ones that I’ve caught myself giving are: elaborate directions on how to get to my house, explaining a recent microeconomics class lecture (which I’m sure would have been graded at least an “A-”) and going into detail about Comcast’s bid for Disney (which was mostly just me repeating what I read in the newspaper).
Perhaps the most bizarre experience resulted after I was up for +/- 34 hours straight (with 2 hours of sleep in the last 40). I was studying for a test (which I did pass) and returned home from class. The last thing I remember is sitting on the toilet. About an hour and a half later I woke up in my room watching a baseball game. I still don’t have any idea what happened in that span of time.
Oh yeah, there was also the time that I called 911. I was sleeping in my dorm room and my phone rang. I didn’t get to the phone before the voicemail system picked up. I was trying to get into my VM, which required me to punch #11. To get an outside line you needed to press “9,” I got them mixed up and mistakenly dialed “911.”
I was in that sleepy haze you get after waking up. It was very surprising to have the operator answer, “911 emergency.” I didn’t realize what happened and thought of the police banging down my door and taking me away in handcuffs for pranking 911 (thanks elementary school scare films). All I could do was apologize and promise the guy I wouldn’t do it again. I imagine that for the operator it probably sounded like I was in a chemically altered state, but I was just tired.
I laugh in my sleep when I have a funny dream. It’s pretty creepy sounding, according to my husband. But my college roommate was the champ when it comes to weird dream activities. In the two years we shared a dorm room, I woke in the night to find her:
– reciting the printer manual for her computer (which she was reading before bed)
– telling someone (in a southern accent) that she didn’t have any propane to sell them and they had to “come back tomorry”. She was not from the south, nor did she sell propane.
– waving her arms in the air and making flying noises (“Wshhhhh! Wshhhh!”) apparently being Superman
– sitting up in bed lighting matches (real ones!) and dropping them to the floor, claiming to be “looking for snakes”.
– sitting up, looking at the wall and shouting, “Come on in!” while waving her arm in an inviting manner.
– sitting hunched over in bed, “eating” something out of her hand. When asked, she claimed it was “needles”, and when questioned further, she explained that they didn’t make good dog food, so she was eating them herself.
It was an interesting time. She never believed me in the morning when I told her, either.
Once I dreamed I was eating a feast, and I was slapping my nightstand looking for food. Another time I had a dream where I was smoking weed during the ENTIRE dream. I woke up feeling extremly relaxed. One of my brother’s friends used to sleepwalk, and onetime he slept walk into what he thought was the bathroom, and peed. Only it was the family room, and he peed on the N64.
I know ive told some of these stories on the SD before, but I just love this subject and I want to join in the fun!
My step dad is notorious for sleep walking/talking. One night my mom woke to find him sitting on the bed… pretending the bed was a car. She said, “what are you doing?!” and he yelled back, quite panicked, “The are no brakes! How do you stop this thing???”
On another occasion, he frantically woke my mom up and told her to get out of bed, when she got up, scared as hell and asked what was going on, he was shaking the blankets and the sheets yelling, “There’s bugs in the bed!!”
And then there was the time he swore the cat was on the ceiling fan. My mom told us, In his sleep he stared up at the ceiling fan for a good twenty minutes apparently watching the cat spin around and around.
I happen to be notorious for talking in my sleep. Ive done that quite a few times. The funniest happend to be late late Valentines Day night. My boyfriend and I stayed up really late. When we finally went to bed, I, unbeknownst to me, fell asleep. I was dreaming that my boyfriend and I were staying at a friends house and were just getting into bed. My boyfriend was upset because he didnt have a snack to eat in bed. Right after he said this in the dream, I opened my eyes, my boyfriend looked over at me and I said in a sexy voice, “Ive got something for you to eat.” He looked at me like had two heads and I realized what was going on. It was so embaressing, I laughed histarically for an hour.
I have occasionally gotten up out of bed BEFORE my legs wake up. I swing them out of the bed, go to stand and collapse on the floor.
I lay there laughing for a minute, then get up, only to fall over again. :rolleyes:
It sometimes takes 10 minutes before my legs will actually work correctly. I’ve gone down the stairs on my butt cheeks to get coffee because I was inpatient and I could smell it brewing in the kitchen.
I often have dreams where I’m reading a story or watching a TV show that doesn’t really exist. I usually wake up about halfway through the dream, and I get pissed off because I want to find out how the story of TV show ends.
And then there was the time when I fell asleep in Geometry, and awoke exactly three minutes later. The teacher was still explaining the same homework question.