I remember one night, I actually REMEMBER semi-consciously saying to her “WoW… You know… the armor… the armor… you have it, right?” (We both played for a period but no longer).
I know I said this. I was aware I was saying it, but I could not articulate exactly what I wanted to say. It was actually frustrating, in a way. She kept saying “what are you talking about?” and I kept getting more and more annoyed that she did not know what I was trying to say (nor did I).
Definitely bizarre. I only do it when I’m in bed with someone else. I know it’s not a “dream” (or at least, a deep-sleep dream) because I’m somewhat aware that I’m doing it.
It provides much amusement in the morning. I do this probably once a week.
I could swear I have posted this before, but I could not find it. About 4 years ago when the Beau moved in with me talked in his sleep the very first night.
Me…asleep
Beau… “mumble mumble mumble… wife…mumble”
Me (waking up very suddenly) Who… what?
Beau “In the cookie jar?”
Me: Who is in the cookie jar?
Beau: Your ex wife.
Me: “I don’t have an ex wife…(I’m a girl…and presumably straight, I’m sleeping with him) either in or out of a cookie jar.”
Beau…O-kay then. Never mind. (Snores. Asleep instantly)
I on the other hand, did not sleep for QUITE SOME TIME after that. I asked him to move in with me. My son is in the other room. How well do I know this person? Arrgh.
I now know that unless his glasses are on and he is sitting up, he is generally talking crap.
Back in college, I was on a road trip to Chicago with several friends. We crashed in the living room of the person we were going to see. In the morning, my friend R sat up and said, “Des Moines is evil and must be destroyed.”
After he got out of the shower, he explained the dream he’d been having, and the rest of us had to concede that his conclusion wasn’t entirely unreasonable.
Just before Christmas, I gave my wife a big fat lip and she had to go to work really looking like she’d been punched. Luckily everyone believed the honest truth.
I was sleeping peacefully then suddenly started thrashing around yelling “Get it off! Get it off!” and she got whacked in the face when she tried to wake me up. I dreamt I hit a zombie/mummy/monster on the head with something (a pipe or a bat) and got rotting brain goo on me and I freaked.
So when she went to work and said: “My husband was flailing around because he thought he had zombie guts on his clothes.” Everyone thought it was too weird to be an excuse.
That’s really unusual for me though. I don’t normally move around much, even when I have nightmares. I blame it on eating an entire bag of jube-jubes before bed.
My favorite is this conversation from awhile back:
Darth: Tess, are you ready?
Tess: For what?
Darth: To take the plunge!
Tess: What? :dubious:
Darth: To take the plunge… into the sea… the sea of zzzz’s! (commence snoring)
I cried out “cheez waffles” in my sleep on this Sunday past, awakening my wife.
I had a vivid dream featuring those tasty snack crackers. Despite being gripped by sleep paralysis, I still managed to utter the necessary words to convey the urgency I felt about these treats, upon which I have not dined in at least a decade.
A little googling shows me that their name is actually “cheez waffies” but that makes no sense.
I’m asleep my GF at the time was awake in the bed reading. (We were at my house)
Me: “Get out’a my house you whore!!”
her: [elbows me in the face] not hard, but enough to make me think WTF?
Me: WTF?
Her: You’re talking in your sleep.
At the time I was too tired to investigate any further so I just rolled over and went back to sleep. It wasn’t til the next day until she told me what happened.
The ironic part of all this is she made me date her for more than a month before she gave up the goods. All my other GF’s of the past , I usually get it by the third date or sooner.
I’m fairly certain I wasn’t dreaming of her. As it was the beginning of the relationship and we were both still in the “Luvy-duvy” stage.
When I was a freshman in high school, shortly before midterm exams, I got up in my sleep, went into my parents room and said “I’m not going to study anymore!” in perfectly grammatical French.
A few years ago, I was dreaming that I was in some giant apartment complex and all around me were various Airplane! style sight gags that I must have thought were the funniest things ever, because I laughed so hard I woke myself up, as well as freaking out my wife.
I apparently talked a lot in my sleep when I was an undergraduate student. A few that my husband remembers from those days:
::bolts upright in bed:: “POPCORN!!!” ::flops back down into a laying position::
::husband starts talking to me, not knowing I’m asleep. I respond:: “You know where we can put our sweaters? In the freeezurrrr.”
“No, you can’t have any more!”
::turns over to face husband and says with an intensely contented voice:: “Marshmallow.” ::dreamy grin::
When I was a young teenager, I occasionally had night terrors. I had relatives staying over in our house, and apparently I woke up the entire house with my sleep-screams of terror. Woke up the next morning to “how was your sleep?”, to which I replied “just fine. And yours?” I had NO IDEA that I had been screaming in my sleep.
Him: You have a way with bugs.
Me: How do I have a way with bugs?
Him: They come to you.
Within a month of this conversation, I had a flying cockroach fly down my shirt and I was attacked with bees, so he might have been partly right.
[I go up to bed, and he is sleeping in the middle. I try to roll him over to make room.]
Him: Ow!
Me: Sorry, are you ok?
Him: Yeah, I’m fine. But it’s not going to work.
Me:What’s not going to work?
Him: The plan.
Me: What plan?
Him: The plan…to catch…the giant. [Rolls over and immediately falls deeply asleep.]
I once woke up to a loud crash, which turned out to be his nightstand falling over after he punched it. He thought a bear was attacking him. I’m glad he was facing away from me.
Many, many years ago, my cousin was spending the night, and we were laying in bed late at night talking. She must have dozed off because she said in the most offended voice, “Of course Sherry likes cats!”
I have no idea who Sherry is or why her affection for felines was being questioned.
Nope! You can thank my tonsillectomy for that.
I used to be a terrible snorer. Tonsils were three times the size they were supposed to be. My dad recorded me snoring, it was pretty terrible.
