I always wear a pair of boxers and a tank top to bed, I’ve never slept nude.
I was wearing them when I went to sleep last night, but when I woke up this morning I was naked, my PJs were in a pile on the floor. I can’t remember taking them off, but I’m sure no one else did it, I’m not a heavy sleeper.
I usually fall asleep before my husband does-- he’ll have the light on and read for a while, and he usually talks to me when he gets up to take out his contacts & turn out the light. I never, ever remember these conversations. Apparently I am snippy and mean or giggly and bubbly by turns. I don’t remember in any case. Last night, I was the latter, he tells me-- we joked about my niece.
I wear glasses and always put them on the end table by the bed. No place else because I couldn’t find my way to the bed if I put them in a different place. So I woke up one day a few years ago, leaned over to get my glases. They weren’t there. Well, I figured they fell on the floor. No, they weren’t there either. Or under the bed. Or anywhere else. Except on a book case** in another room!!**
How on earth did they get there??? I eventually put my contacts in to search for them. Did I sleep walk ???
Am I crazy, Doctor?:eek:
I’m one of those people that sleeps with a pillow on my head. I got into the habit when I was little (afraid of being bitten by a vampire), and now can’t sleep without it. I have an old pillow for this purpose that has been repaired many times. At one point, it was looking a bit worse for wear, the cording around it was beginning to come off. I knew I needed to repair it, but it wasn’t tops on my list. I went to bed as usual, but was awakened by a noise later in the night, I quickly sat up and glanced over at my SO (he’d been awakened also) who started laughing like crazy. I felt something wrong, but had been too concerned to pay attention to it, in trying to figure out what the noise had been. Apparently, the cording had come out of the pillowcase and gotten under my chin like a chin-strap, I was wearing my pillow like a bonnet.
Two odd sleeping things: One, I freaked a friend of mine out because I sleep with my arms crossed over my chest, like a corpse. She woke up and had this strange impression of being in bed with a vampire (her words).
Two: when I’m alone, and dreaming, I often wake up and have a feeling of slamming down onto my bed from a height. If it didn’t feel like a good two foot drop I’d put it down to thrashing around… by far the strangest thing about me…
I am the exact opposite of you “waking up nude” people. Usually I never sleep without clothes, but one night it was sooo hot that I slept with no shirt on since my roommate was away anyway. Just in case of a fire drill (I live in a dorm) I kept a shirt under my pillow. When I woke up in the morning, I had put my shirt on in my sleep.
When I was a grad student, I ate a cigarette one night. I woke up about halfway through and was thoroughly disgusted, and a little bit ill. Bleech.
When I was a little kid, I had a friend sleep over. My dog was also sleeping with us. I woke and instead of petting my dog’s head, it was my friend’s. She just started laughing.
My mom said that when she and my dad were first married, dad would push their bed around the bedroom in his sleep (mom would wake up when the bed went on its grand tour). She attributed it to his football days in high school.
Well, I don’t think I fight in my sleep like d12, but a few months ago I broke my shoulder in my sleep. :eek:
The doctor still thinks I fell out of bed or had a seizure, but I haven’t noticed any evidence of either, before or since. If Zyada had been around, I could blame her for getting carried away (Some of us have that effect on women, right?), but no such luck.
dragongirl, I’ll be over tonight and I’ll watch to see what you did…
The wierdest thing I’ve had clothing-wise was to wake up in clothes other than those I went to sleep in… I mean, why’d I’d change? was I going on a trip or something?
I’ve woken up on the phone before… made me nervous what I said before I woke up…
I also talk in my sleep. I used to say things to my college roommates. Sometimes I’d yell at them for letting their alarms go off too long, or for turning on the lights, or for making too much noise early in the morning while I was still trying to sleep. Funny thing was, I never remembered it later.
Apparently, I once screamed out “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!” (Wasn’t there a Sesame Street character who said that? Count von Count?)
Once, I helped my dad tie his tie and button the tab on his collar while asleep. He was all thumbs one morning before work and needed some help; he “woke me up” because I was the only one home. I only found out because he thanked me that night at the dinner table. He said I did a really good job, too.
I don’t know if the OP was meant to include stuff like this, but I have also had dreams so incredibly real that I later believed that the dream was reality. Usually, they’re extremely mundane, every day kinds of things. Once in college, I dreamed that the finance director for our dormitory had resigned, and she’d come to me to ask me to publish the notice of her resignation in the dorm’s newspaper (which was my job).
I was actually on my way to ask her about how she wanted the item worded when it dawned on me that I didn’t remember the context of our conversation. It just didn’t feel right. I stopped and went and asked my roommate, also on the dorm governemnt, if she’d really resigned or not. She laughed her ass off at me, and said that topped even the “peanut butter and jelly sandwiches” thing.
‘Falling’ while asleep. I wake up to find myself either half off my bed and about ready to fall for real, or in the middle of my bed with no reason to feel that way.
Waking up naked. I do that sometimes myself, usually when I’m wearing either a really long nighty or pj bottoms as they get tangled around my legs and drive me nuts (even the pants type that are slightly snugged to my leg)
Waking up on the other end of the bed. I remember once waking up to find myself in the opposite direction of how I went to sleep. My covers were fine, my pillow was fine… I was just backwards with my feet on my pillow and my head beneath my covers.
When I was younger I used to dream I was somewhere, some party or something and have to use the bathroom. I go find an empty toilet and try to go… but couldn’t. It drove me nuts till I woke up and figured out why. I really did have to go and my sub-consciousness was telling me to wake up and find the toilet!
Those are the only ones I can think of off-hand… and though I haven’t broken my shoulder like rjk did I often wake up with bruises on my arms and legs that weren’t there before. Just a few days ago I woke up with a scab on my hand where it looked like I had scratched it… yet there is nothing to scratch myself on near my bed right now. Weird.
Boy, a heckuva lot of you folks sleep with clothes on, don’t you?
My boyfriend can have perfectly coherent conversations while he’s asleep. To make sure he’s actually awake and really talking to me, I’ve resorted to asking him math problems: if he can tell me what the square root of 32 is, or what 13 x 6 is, he’s awake.
The only weird sleeping event I’ve had is one that occured about a week ago. I occasionally take a sleeping pill and had taken one that night. The next morning over coffee my bf says, “Thanks for last night; it was great.”
“Yeah.” Puzzled look. “Uh… we had sex.”
“Hmmn. Well, was it good?”
“Yes! You mean you really don’t remember?”
Well, that explained why my side of the bed was damp… and here I just thought I’d been sweating a lot in my sleep!
I woke up once climbing the walls–or at least trying to. I was kneeling on the bed, scrabbling up as far as I could reach, sliding down, and then starting all over again. I take my metaphors seriously.
I have sprained my wrist and my knee in my sleep, on separate occasions. My wife insists that I had a detailed conversation with her once about our need for “ten foot dishwasher cables” otherwise our computer wouldn’t work. I don’t believe her.