I once pissed in the corner of the bedroom in my Dad’s house. I woke up next morning hoping it hadn’t really happened, but no such luck. Thankfully, he never found out.
I also once sat on the dishwasher lid in my apartment, thinking it was a toilet. Fortunately, that time, it felt wrong enough that I became aware of what I was about to do.
Both times I’d had a bit to drink beforehand, but I wasn’t really drunk.
I also did some sleepwalking back in college. I’d wake up, and my feet and the sheets would be muddy. I had no idea where I’d been. Very disquieting.
Oh oh. I forgot this one time. My brother went to a sleepover, stayed up all night, and then came home round 7ish. So he fell asleep on the downstairs chair. I was down their watching TV, (he is really heavy sleeping, and when he is REALLY tired, NOTHING wakes him up.) I got bored, so I drew on his face. I drew a mustache, an angry unibrow, a gotee, the works. He was still sleeping like that for about another 30 minutes, when suddenly he got up and started running down the hall. I thought he was about to hurl, since our bathroom was down the hall as well. But he was running out in the garage. He got out in the garage, sat down and started to pat the floor, yelling “WHERE IS DAD’S FAVORITE PAPER! I NEED DAD’S FAVORITE PAPER!” I didn’t know he was still asleep at the time, so I was saying “smokingbananas! What the hell are you doing!?” He then did that for another minute, got up, returned to the chair, and fell back asleep for another hour. I was about to head over to my friends house because (1). I was bored as hell, and (2). I didn’t want to be around when he discovered what I did to his face. When I got home he still didn’t notice, and finally did when I cracked up. He yelled at me for a few minutes, then asked him about his sleepwalking. He had no clue he ever did it. Crazy.
Never had anything as extreme as most of you. Most I’ve ever done is kicked in bed. Although, this one time I was really hungry and reached on my nightstand to munch on some Captain Crunch Peanut Butter Crunch. I love this stuff. I was in that state where you aren’t really awake, nor asleep. Grabbed a handful and started munching on them. Well, I fell back asleep before I finished eating it and awoke a couple hours later with a mouthful of dry cereal.
Does anyone else have movie dreams? Sometimes I’ll have these very elaborate, often hilarious dreams, but I’m not in them at all. Or if I am, I play a very minor part. I think when I fall asleep some scary part of my brain takes over, apparently one that has no interest in me.
-Lil
I have them all the time… they’re my favorites right after the flying dreams. I wrote a few down, because they were so intricate and complex but… yeah I don’t think they’d make much sense to anyone else
I would be dreaming and then realize that I am dreaming. Then I’d realize that I was equally aware that my body was in bed, but that it was paralyzed; I could move in the dream, but not in my body. I’d get scared, too, *real * scared, so I’d concentrate all my energy on my little finger and try to move it. Usually in about 30 seconds to a minute it would move, then the energy would shoot up my arm and into my body and I’d fully wake up.
After a few years of this, I decided to stay in my dream and stay aware. So next time it happened, instead of freaking out and moving my finger (which I got good at doing), I just chilled out, realizing I could stop it any time I wanted to, and got into my dream. It got pretty boring, so I decided to go do other things. I was able to control my dreams after that, and later on, that led to being able o astral project. I’d start by being aware in the dreazm, then shift my awareness to where I wanted to go, and be there! I’d interact with friends in their dreams and often they would remember me visiting them.
Back in high school, there was about a month where every night I would dream that I went to classes, did homework, got chewed out by my parents, etc. So basically I was getting a double dose of the daily grind. Just about lost it for awhile. Now the only problem I have sleeping is that as I’m falling asleep, I get auditory hallucinations of REALLY loud noises, which then cause me to snap wide awake again.
I’ve never done anything strange, but one time I was dreaming that I was in a Corvette racing, and I reached down to grab the gear shift to shift gears, and I grabbed my own gear shift. Really hard too, I woke up really fast.
A couple of times, I’ve had night terrors. This is where you’ve been sleeping, and you just start screaming, and it’s terrifying and unceasing. Your eyes are open, and you can even be looking right at someone you know, yet you DON’T know them, and you just scream your fool head off.
I have a tendency to sleep in bizarre positions, which tends to cut off circulation to my extremeties while asleep. This has caused two of my better, “waking up” stories.
I woke in the middle of the night to a ringing and realized I had to answer the phone, I jumped from the bed to make a dash for the phone before it woke up the house and didn’t realize until I was already tumbling that both of my legs were completely asleep. I fell flat on my face, ring “Damned phone…I really need to answer it.” I thought to myself as I struggled to get to my feet and make another attempt at walking. I managed to get to my feet as the all too familiar pins and needles sensation began to arrive, took a few steps and fell again. I crawled the rest of the way to the kitchen where the phone was and picked up the receiver only to hear a dial tone, and then ring…Oh, Damn…it was the doorbell.
I once rolled over half asleep and felt a cold dead hand land slapping across my face. Having seen a few too many horror movies The first thought to go through my mind was that some psychotic killer had just thrown a dead body into bed with me, I bolted upright failing to catch myself and as I fell out of bed I realized it was my own hand and I had been sleeping on it.
I once knocked a coffee cup off my nightstand as I lashed out to drive away the “Kangaroo of Death” which I saw hopping towards me.
Then there was the time I was awakened out of a sound sleep by a horrible explosion. I thought it was a nuclear war. Trouble was, I was living in a dorm and once I recovered from my terror I could hear people out in the hall chatting, obviously unconcerned about the horrible noise. And the next day when I asked people about it they looked at me like I was crazy and said they hadn’t heard anything.
My sister knocked her alarm clock over dreaming that she was in a fistfight with Chrissy Hynde. I hope she won.
Oh man, finally an area where I excel. I was quite the sleep walker/talker in my day. Of the many stories my family has told me I’ve done here are a few.
I woke up in my dads van with snow boots on honking the horn
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I’ve been caught hanging out of my patio door relieving myself.
As far as conversations I’ve had while sleeping, here’s a couple tidbits.
Watching TV
ME: Hey, did you see that?
MOM: See what?
ME: The Pecans… You know the little pink birds?
MOM:?
ME: Don’t worry they’ll be back.
Also watching TV
ME: (yelling) I’ll take a ham sandwich and an E
my friends messing with me
THEM: Hey Otto, Bark like a dog.
ME: What… Dogs can’t drive…
Long ago, I woke to my alarm, but had real trouble getting it to turn off. Finally I got it to stop and went back to sleep. I woke up later, and the phone rang and I answered it. It was my mom, saying “Did you pick up the phone and hang up when I called an hour ago?”
I’ve kicked and punched my bed partner when I’m dreaming I’m in fistfights. I’m pretty sure I don’t hit that hard in my sleep, but opinion is divided on this matter.
Just recently, I woke four times in the night, once to an imagined banging on my door, once where I was convinced a man was standing over me, and twice to the image of the wall by my bed completely splattered with blood.
I woke up one morning with my finger up my nose, I don’t know why, and I didn’t realise my finger was up my nose and when I moved my arm violently (as it appeared to be paralysed), I nearly ripped my nose off my face
Like kelly5078, I woke up peeing in the corner of my room. It was in high school, and I had been out with some friends and a bottle of 151 rum. We didn’t have any mixers, so we drank it straight. The whole bottle. I came home ok (was dropped off), and held my composure long enough to have small talk with my folks before I went to bed. Next thing I remember, I heard my mother call upstairs, “What are you doing?” I answered that I was peeing. Then she screamed, “IN YOUR ROOM!!!” Turns out I was peeing down a vent which led into the living room. She came upstairs as I was finishing up (you think I’d have stopped peeing when she clued me into my location, but I was too drunk…). I turned to look at her and she gave me an open hand accross the face. I didn’t feel anything, but my brother later told me that he heard it from all the way downstairs, and the handprint lasted well into the next day.
She called the police. I wouldn’t tell them where I got the booze, and the cop, mercifully, didn’t press too hard. He told my mother that they were lucky that I wasn’t driving and that they were lucky I made it home. He told them, basically, that “boys will be boys” and suggested that grounding me from the car for a month and cleaning the mess with the raging hangover should be punishment enough.
It was. Ever cleaned a vent and carpet with a splitting headache and nausea? I have not touched 151 in over 15 years, and straight rum now makes me ill.
In my defense, though, which only years later did my mom find funny, if you took the layout of my room and superimposed it over the layout of the bathroom, I was bullseye on the toilet. I just happened to be in the wriong room.
I have one weird thing that happens when I start a new job and I’m a little stressed about it.
When I had my first job I remember I got in trouble for sitting down while on the clock. That night in bed I would be sitting up, but kinda slumped over and I would realize that I was sitting on the job, so I would straighten up only to slump over again. It would go on for awhile with feelings of guilt for sitting on the job, but once I realized what it was I would wake up and then go back to sleep.
Then it happened when I started another job. I was packing on an assembly line. I would sit there while asleep in bed picking at my blankets trying to pack the product as it came down the line. I would get messed up and cause the operation to get backed up, then I would get stressed and eventually wake up. Really annoying to think that I was doing the job on my own time.
Then as was mentioned above, the bugs in the bed. Only with me it would be spiders. It only happened a few times, but I would wake up thinking a huge spider was just around the bed. So I would jump up and start looking for it until I realized it was just a dream. Difficult to get back to sleep after that though.
Sounds like Snakespirit has been experiencing hypnagogia. I encountered that once, though never experienced it firsthand. Back in college, my girlfriend took a nap in my bed while my roomate and I hooked up a stereo. When we were done, I went into the bedroom, and my GF had tears streaming down her face. I asked her what was wrong, and she managed to get out, “I can’t move.” And it was true. She was wide awake, but completely paralyzed. I sat her up and held her, and she was as limp as a dishrag. After about a minute, she started getting her motion back, and was fine a minute after that.
An old girlfriend of mine swears that one night, in bed, she was trying to snuggle with me, and I told her clearly, “get off me, bitch.” I, of course, don’t remember it at all but she swears that I had sworn at her on other occasions too.
One night I was up late talking to my boyfriend on the phone, and while he was talking, I fell sleep. I didn’t realize this until he tried to get my attention, and I said something about spoons. He was quite confused.
I also have a dream quite frequently that I’m swinging on a swing set and I jump out of the swing. At this point I wake up, with my feet trying ot fly into the air. That’s always fun.
