I always feel pretty weird just after waking up. It’s usually because of a combination of still being half-asleep and still believing that a dream I just had was real. I sometimes spend ten minutes trying to think my way out of a problem before I finally realize that I only dreamed that I had such a problem.
This morning was pretty strange. I have a class at 10:00. I woke up to see that my (digital) clock read 9:50. And, for some reason, I must have though we’d switched to “metric time” or something, because I thought to myself “Oh good. I still have 50 minutes before class.” I laid in bed for another five minutes or so, before I finally got up and started leisurely getting dressed. Then I happened to glance at my (analog) wristwatch and saw that it was… 5 minutes to 10.
:smack: SIXTY minutes in an hour, not a hundred! Stupid brain…
I’ve been so sleepy on more than one occasion that when I was woken up by the phone and able to converse on it (“No he’s not here … okay bye”), I struggled to put the phone back on the hook.
The phone which rested on the desk. With cord. Not like it’s an invisible phone that moves every minute. I just sorta tried throwing it onto the reciever a few times.
About ten minutes after I re-fell asleep, I woke up because it was making that “you didn’t hang me up right” sound, at which point I managed to do so. And then slept for about another 6 hours.
Then there was the time I woke up and was so completely out of sorts that I saw (example) 6:30 and couldn’t figure out if it was 3:60 or 3:06 or 6:03 or what…all those numbers, but what did they MEAN?
Just the other day I woke up hours before my alarm, and saw that the clock said 5:30. I panicked and thought I’d slept through my alarm and right through the day until 5:30pm.
It wasn’t until later in the day that I realised my clock displays 24hr time anyway! :smack:
One time my alarm clock went off, and I couldn’t remember what the heck I was supposed to do. After a minute or so of hard thinking, I was able to recall that I was supposed to press a button or something. Took me another minute to be able to figure out which one, and finally press it. All this with the alarm blaring at me. My brain literally refused to get in gear. It was like the concept of the alarm clock refused to load into my mental RAM, giving me the weirdest feeling of emptyness.
In my defense, this was back when I had to get up at 4am for my job, and I am as far from a morning person as you can get.
Sometimes when the alarm goes off, I see the sound of the alarm. Usually it is a weird brown and grey funhouse version of a checkerboard, though one time it was purple static like you’d see on a tv set to an empty station, only purple.
Cool, Thaumaturge, you might be a moderate synesthesiac. You weirdo.
One time, in the middle of the winter, I had to be at work early and set my alarm for 6:00. I had been up until 4:00 AM and so was only going to get two hours of sleep. I woke up at 6:00, got dressed and went to work, and didn’t realize something was wrong until I noticed that it was 9:00 and still dark outside.
Yep, I had set the alarm for 6:00 PM, and not even noticed that I slept an extra 12 hours.
I have three alarm clocks next to my bed. Each set to go off in a relay so that if I miss the first there is a chaotic racket to wake me up.
No. 1: burr…burrr…burr
No. 2: eh…eh…eh…eh
No. 3: beeb…beep…beeep
I have owned each of these alarms for years and on the rare occasion where I have been awake before the alarms I know which one is which.
However, usually the first clock is the one which wakes me and I turn into “The Man with Half a Brain”. My wife tells me I pick up one of the clocks (usually not the one that is going off) proceed to bring it close to my face…sort of stare at it as if I’m trying to work out what it is. Then its like another part of my brain switches on and I realise its a clock…my clock… that needs to be switched off. However, I have many a time been trying to switch off a clock that isn’t yet going off - and I can’t work out why it’s not turning off. Then the other part of my brain starts to switch on and warm up and finally just as I am starting to work out whats going on the other alarms will start.
I have also been woken up by my wife once in a while and found that I have been cuddling one of the alarm clocks - probably because I couldn’t work out how to turn it off in my half-sleep and decided to muffle it as best as I could. Idiot.
Can anyone else set their own internal alarm clock & awaken on time at will? Almost always works for me, I wake up a couple of minutes before the alarm is set to go off. Not because it’s my usual routine, either; it works best on occasions where I’m getting up for something special that I don’t want to miss.
I’m just plain STOOPID in the morning sometimes. I’ll ask silly questions and have the most serious attitude about it. Like, “Did we get the wings back on that plane before we took it to the bank?” and then get frustrated at Lady Baggins because she’s either:
a.) Not understanding my grammer or logic (it gets that bad) or
b.) Laughing hysterically at me.
c.) Both.
I have misread my clock so many times it’s not funny. Or I get up and turn it off using some insane bit of logic, like “The green bunny said it was going to rain, so it’s OK.”
Happened to me this morning. I had to get up by 7:30 for a jog. so, not being accustomed to waking up so early, I set two snooze alarms next to my bed. Anyway, I woke up by myself at 7:27, not feeling groggy or sleepy. I was up and ready to go. And that scares me.
But on a normal day, like Baggins111, I have the most ridiculously stupid conversations with myself. “Why is it that I have to go to class today? Oh yeah, 'coz the US Open final was staged on the moon.”
This thread is cracking me up. Glad I’m not the only early-morning idiot.
I’ve told my husband to stop beeping on several occasions while hearing the alarm going off.
Good thing I’m married to a fellow early-morning idiot. Just this morning my husband, barely half-awake, yanked my pillow out from under my head, threw it on the floor and told me I couldn’t have it back until I was finished.
Finished what? I was sound asleep. He had no explanation either but only gave it back to me after I told him I was finished.
Baggins111, you must be related to my husband. He’s been known to frantically wake me up in the middle of the night with such urgent news as “The tree told me that cats were in the refrigerator!” I’ve learned to just say something like, “Okay, we’ll fix it in the morning.” so he’ll relax and go completely back to sleep.
When I was a kid, one morning I lay in terror listening to someone else’s breathing in the same room as me. I was sleeping alone at my grandparents’ house, and this breathing was very close to me and wheezy - not either of my grandparents. I stayed petrified under the sheets until I woke up more and discovered that rather than a hissing breathing sound, I had actually been listening to a seagull crying outside. It seems my half-asleep brain was acting like a graphic equalizer, and removing the low- and mid-range sounds from what I was hearing.
WOOHOO
the stuff that happen to me
Also woken up a couple of times unable to understand the noise of my alarm…i reach and try to shut my cellphone instead.
It happens to me that i set the alarm to PM. But like fessie, i wake up around the time i’m supposed to…so i was late a few times, but never missed it completely…
Yup…waken up still trying to figure out a problem, only to realize let it go you moron…lol jjimm my problem is that, although my room is on the second floor, it has such great accoustics that when someone is walking on my side of the street, i can hear the gravel and pebbles crunch under their shoes as if they are in my room!
[hijack] once because of that, i heard perfectly the conversation that passed between the whispering drug dealer and customers one day at 4am…[/hijack]
I suffer from multiple sleep disorders, and whacko morning wakeup brainfarts are part of my daily life. I’m on a heavy morning dose of amphetamines to wake me up and get me beyond the “brain no worky” stage.
I’ve walked around before and had entire conversations, and on one occasion even gotten lucky without being really awake. Of course, when your girlfriend says “this morning was nice”, and all you can say is “what are you talking about?”, luck is relative.
A friend of mine’s roommate is deaf, so she uses a device that attaches a regular alarm clock to a vibrating device under her pillow.
Last fall, my friend and I would be in her kitchen 2 or 3 nights a week, working on our homework, when her roommate’s alarm would go off (to wake her for her night shift). She’d get out of bed and forget to shut it off every time. That thing would go off for an hour before she’d shut if off.
I’d look at my friend (who is hard of hearing and couldn’t hear the alarm) and say ‘mee moo, mee moo, mee moo’ over and over. Cracked her up. Still cracks her up - even though she no longer lives with said roommate. I call her ex-roommate ‘mee moo’ now.
I’m the WORST in the morning. I usually have to set at least two alarms–one of them completely across the room so I have to get out of bed in order to shut it off.
I have a tendency to misread the clock, or think, like Loopus, that time has converted to metric. I also have a tendency, when oversleeping, to wake up at the exact moment I should have gotten to work.
There was also an incident where I was completely unaware that there was going to be a street fair directly outside my apartment one sunny Sunday morning. Some moron started ringing a cowbell directly under my bedroom window at about 8:30 a.m. My solution? I rolled over, punched my boyfriend in the mouth, and said “Shut up.”
I confess that I myself am an unbelievably exceptional specimen of humanity, so these things do not happen to me…But what HAS happened to me is that I’ve been a victim of other people’s dreams.
Once, I let a guy sleep in my bed in college (platonically), and he was having some weird dream and he punched me in the face.
Recently, my boyfriend (who snores like a Harley) has been having nightmares about his clients (he’s a social worker) and has yelled out random names in the middle of the night. It’s quite disturbing.
Mr. Amanita and I are both techies. If we both happen to be on call for our respective jobs, there are two alarm clocks, three cell phones, and two pagers which can go off in any combination. Once we went through the entire set of electronic equipment before we realized it was our home telephone (land line) ringing.
Among my friends, it is well-known that I can be easily pranked in the early morning. My dream state and awake state mix together well, it seems. One time in college, I was staying for a weekend at a cabin by a lake with some friends. One of them woke me up telling me that my mother was on the phone. Naturally, I got up, and wandered around the entire place, including the bathroom, trying to find the phone. It took a couple minutes to realize that there was no phone there. (I had already known that previously).
I used to actually use as many as four alarm clocks to make sure I would get up in the morning.
Last week I had an episode. I can’t recall much of it now, but I remember it took at least 30 minutes of standing up and walking around the house before I realized I had only dreamed the situation.
So, any of you find a correlation between extreme morning-stupidity and sleepwalking/talking? I used to do both. Once I managed to hold an entire conversation with my college roommate, while I was sitting at the computer, eyes wide open, and completely asleep.
I once had a dream that I was trapped in a box of some kind, trying to get out. When I woke up, I was standing on the bed, pushing against the ceiling!:rolleyes:
I have a recurring dream where I’m in the passenger seat of a car. In the dream I am incredibly pissed at someone in the back seat and will jump over the seat to get to them and kick their ass. This is immediately followed by me waking up in a crumpled mess at the head of the bed as I have just leapt into the wall. I quit using a headboard some time ago.
My brain literally refused to get in gear. It was like the concept of the alarm clock refused to load into my mental RAM, giving me the weirdest feeling of emptyness.