Um, me too.
Other than that, only particularly strange thing I can think of is that there have been a number of times I’ve woken up from nightmares gripping my right wrist with my left hand (I’m left-handed) so incredibly hard that I ended up with thumbprint shaped bruises. People have commented on the marks and then have only believed I did it to myself when I showed them that my thumb fits perfectly into the bruise.
When I was singing in college choruses, on a couple of occasions I woke myself up by quietly singing the music we were rehearsing.
In college, after a fun night at the bar, I woke up having to urinate extremely bad. I ran down to the bathroom, pulled down my boxers, sat down on the toilet and began relieving myself. At that point, I *really *woke up and realized I was sitting on the edge of the bed, boxers around my ankles, pissing on the floor.
My girlfriend tells me about this but I have no recollection. I rolled over in the middle of the night to give her a hug but my squeeze just kept getting tighter and tighter. She said she actually felt like she was in danger so had to wake me up at which point I just rolled over and went back to sleep.
Did the bus driver say anything?
I woke up walking in the hills on the outskirts of Genoa.
Hee hee.
My late husband found me in the closet once looking frantically for something, in the tub once doing the same and once I woke him up to take his coffee order. That time he didn’t even try to wake me, he just gave me a large and complicated order and said he could see me struggling with it. Then I fell back asleep. I never worked in a coffee shop
Back in my smoking days:
I fell asleep on the couch with a lit cigarette. The cigarette was in my hand, and my hand was resting on my chest. When I woke up, I discovered I had burned a hole in my shirt that was at least eight inches in diameter!
Fortunately, I was wearing a thermal under my shirt, so I managed not to burn myself.
I woke up in Boot Camp…
I’ve not had these sorts of experiences, although I once woke myself up by punching myself in the nose when I reacted to someone swinging at me in a dream.
My father punched my mom in the nose while asleep. :eek:
Now she is dead and he sleeps alone, so she is not there to keep his sleeping fretting from escalating. At least twice he dreamed he was fighting someone, and woke up after flinging himself across the room into his bureau. Now he has rigged up a restraint system so he cannot do that anymore!
Nothing for me but my wife has a serious sleep walking problem. She has a tendency to drift in and out of sleep without realizing it and if she stays up late say doing dishes the results can be anywhere from amusing to dangerous (particularly as she has a tendency in these circumstances to fall and hit her head). I can usually tell the next day because things are rearranged in different locations. The worst was when she put a carton of eggs in the dishwasher and turned it on.
In terms of the most unusual thing she ever woke up doing it was probably the time she woke up trying to make lefse on the kitchen table without a bowl.
It doesn’t just affect humans:
Only once.
Senior year in high school, I apparently had a dream that required me to do some kind of quick evasion. It resulted in my flinging myself completely out of my bed and belly-flopping on the floor.
It hurt.
I have an eyeball floater that drifts upward into my field of vision when I lie down. I once awoke thinking it was a gigantic spider hanging from the ceiling and doing gymnastics right in front of my face. I think I cracked my eye socket on the corner of the nightstand flinging myself out of bed to get away. At the very least, I did sport an impressive shiner for a week or so. Fortunately for the world at large, I sleep alone.
I always have bad reactions to tetanus shots. One time, when I was in 8th grade, it was Halloween Day, a friend and I were messing around at school and I wound up being stabbed in the stomach with a pencil. My father came and got me and took me to the doctor, who probed around in the wound for broken off graphite and gave me a tetanus shot. I went to a Halloween part after school (even in 1963, trick or treating was banned in our town) , then went home, and went to bed. That night I woke up strangling the legs of a pair of pants.
I’m afraid I can’t participate, then.
I have a game I play with myself. When traveling overseas, when I wake up in the morning, I count to see how many seconds it takes to name the country I’m in. I’ve gone over ten seco0nds a few times.
You woke up having soiled yourself, then? We’ve all been there.