Wow. Worldly. :rolleyes:
… there were horses
It’s fun to snarkily dismiss it, but jetlag fucks you up pretty badly sometimes and if you’ve had a big night the previous night and/or have a really busy schedule with multiple stops, then it’s not particularly implausible to suddenly get jolted awake by your phone alarm and spend a few seconds shaking the mental fog out and recalling whether you’re in London, Berlin or Hong Kong.
I’m like 90% sure that’s not what Ambivalid was snarking at.
I often sleep with earplugs in. I also grind my teeth while sleeping.
One time, I woke up to discover that somehow one of my earplugs was in my mouth, and I had chewed a hole in it. Ugh. Thankfully, it never happened again.
We’re twin sleepers. How many times have to awakened to find that you’ve chewed through the mouthpiece? I wonder when I will swallow it.
I do use the mouthpiece, and it’s got a bit of wear and tear, but hasn’t been chewed through.
Italy or Nevada?
-peeing on a table
-cooking pasta and brewing coffee
-sitting in my laundry basket
Hah! Italy. I lived there for a couple of years.
I once awakened singing “Reconsider Me” by Warren Zevon.
Fortunately, I was sleeping alone at the time, not least because I’m sure it sounded awful. The cats looked seriously bemused.
I dreamed I was about to watch something on DVD and was trying to select a particular episode from a choice of 3. I woke with my index figure twitching as if I were pushing the button on a remote.
I took a medication for a short period of time that caused me to sleepwalk. One morning at about 4 am, I awoke to find myself sitting on the front porch steps in my nightie trying to wind the kitchen clock (a battery operated model).
I’m well familiar with the hills around the Nevada one.
Fuck it. Let’s have a drink and talk about it!
My mom took a sleeping pill for a while that caused her to sleepwalk too. She decided she’d rather get worse sleep without it the morning we found her asleep on the back deck in the rain.
That is exactly the reason I only took my med for a short period! Although I did manage to avoid getting rained on, it was only a matter of time.
Once, I woke up as I was hurling my pillows across the room to kill snakes.
One summer in my teens, working a lot of hours at a restaurant, I’d have endless work dreams. I woke up to find myself writing down times, as if I were punching in or out at a timeclock.
Are you sure you where not really drunk before going to bed.
Positive. I don’t drink.
Once, when I was a kid, I was having a dream where I NEEDED to fix this Thing that was sitting at the bottom of my closet. It was a stuffed (like stuffed animal) brown oval, with cotton balls attached around the perimeter. A couple of the cotton balls had fallen off and I desperately needed to fix it for some reason. So, in the dream, I reached out and grabbed one of the cotton balls sitting on the floor of my closet. In reality, I reached out and grabbed the little cactus sitting on my nightstand. (Heh.) Obviously, at that point I started screaming bloody murder. My Dad came running in and was trying to hold me down while I was busy fighting him because I needed to fix the goddamn thing. I’m fighting and yelling I need to fix it and he’s pleading to know what the hell I’m talking about, and then I wake up in the middle of it and am like “Dad! What the hell?”