I look forward to it.
And iampunha just because I’m awake doesn’t mean I’m consious. There aare many degres of awakeness leading to sleep.
I talk in my sleep–more than I care to admit. I also snore, and it has taken my poor BF some time to get used to it (but now if I stop snoring–like when I wake up–he usually wakes up and asks if something’s wrong).
Talking in my sleep has given many family members and friends evenings of fun and enjoyment:
One of the first times I remember being caught talking in my sleep was when I spent the night at an aunt’s house. She said I had been chattering about “spiders in someone’s blood.”
My best friend from high school has many stories, but her favorite is the time that I sat up in bed and poked her until she was awake. When she came to, I asked, “What is this about King Tut?!?” then promptly turned over and started snoring.
When I was married, I had gone with my husband at the time to visit my mother-in-law. She had several cats, and since I’m allergic, I made sure that when we went to bed, I had shooed them all out of the guest room–except for one. I had fallen asleep, and sometime in the middle of the night, I open my eyes and there is a cat standing on my chest, his nose about 2" from mine. I jump, and the cat runs off–and to my knowledge, I remember saying, “stupid cat” and falling right back asleep. My ex says that about 10 minutes after, I sat up in bed and cursed that cat into eternal damnation, calling it every name in the book–ranting for a good 2 minutes until I calmed down and started snoring. I have absolutely no recollection of this.
I have woken myself up on a number of times by yelling in my sleep/dream
The other night, I scared the hell out of my dogs when in defending myself from bodily harm I attempted to punch my attacker and punched the lamp on the night stand instead.
A former b/f twitches CONSTANTLY during sleep. He woke me up all the time until I made him go sleep on the other side of the bed.
I’ve occasionally woken up to find my own hands grasping my neck, which is frightening to say the least.
My wife talks in her sleep a lot–the most amusing time was when she mumbled, “the baked potatoes,” over and over again.
The worst I’ve known, though, was an ex-flatmate, an alcoholic sleepwalker, who could do some dangerous things. Despite locking his own door, he would wake up, unlock it, and wreak havoc in the flat all in his sleep. Often he would take a piss in the middle of the living room, so the other two of us would wake up to an awful stench. Another time he knocked over a bookcase, which fell against my door and trapped me in my room. Still another time he went to the toilet, tore the seat off of it, and carried it back to his room. Then he had the gall to get up the next afternoon (about 4 pm) and ask me where the toilet seat was. “Tried looking in your room?” I asked. I’m glad I never actually saw him sleepwalk–apparently while fast asleep he punched another ex-roomate in the face.
I have been known to have conversations while asleep, akin to what Jack Batty says of his wife. It took my ex-wife a few times to realize that I wasn’t awake.
Used to be?
I think I may safely speak for everyone here when I say;
“We would like some proof that you still aren’t.”
In college I took a bunch of phone messages from people who don’t exist during an afternoon nap once. Apparently I made up names and phone numbers, wrote them down and everything. My roommate thought I was looney for months.
That roommate and her boyfriend used to have these hilarious mumbly arguments in their sleep. It was very hard to follow the conversation, but I could tell there was some real emotion behind whatever they were arguing over.
I’m one of those people that give little moans and sighs upon waking. Some people find it horribly cute, others HATE IT!
I don’t think I do anything while actually sleeping, though. I used to not wake up for at least five minutes after leaving the bed, though. That stopped after college. Probably because I had started offering people money for no good reason. Expensive hobby, that.
I don’t snore, I don’t talk, I don’t sleepwalk. I move around a little.
I’ve slept walked down two flights of stairs to the kitchen. I woke up curled up on the tiny little couch we have in there. It was a bit painful. I know I’ve done other things, but I can’t remember them right now. My mother, on the other hand, is one of the funniest people in the world to talk to when she’s half asleep. I went up to her room a couple of days ago to get directions to my neurosurgeon’s office. She was taking a nap cos she had worked the night before, but instead of lying down she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs hanging off the side. Her eyes were closed, but she was still mumbling. She had somehow gotten about a dozen peanut butter hearts. She kept opening them, but then she would fall asleep, and her dog Zelda would grab them out of her hand. Then the next time she woke up she’d open another one and so on. Every once in a while she would try to lean back, but Zelda was lurking back there waiting for the next peanut butter cookie so she’d have to sit back up. Every time I asked her for directions, she’d get as far as the first street and then fall asleep again. She claims not to remember any of this.
-Lil
An old college roomate tried to wake me very early after a night of partying. I aparantly turned over and said “If you dont stop that I will tie you to a sewing machine and throw you out the window”. No recollection of that at all.
I used to date a car salesman’s son from New Jersey who thought he was an English aristocrat. (Long, long story. If you ever meet anyone like that, RUN.) He liked to speak with a rather pretentious accent that was, mercifully, unique – not even close to any real British accent I’ve ever heard. The scary part was, he even sleep-talked that way:
Snore, snore … ::roll over:: “Good eve-uh-ning.”
I asked him about it, and he said he must have been dreaming he was ushering at the opera. (Poor operagoers.)
I slept walk for years as a child. I would wake up in the downstairs living room, and a lot of the time I had my index finger up my nose. We have pictures my mom took - I’m just lying there on my back, nightgown on, mouth open with my right index finger up my nose.
Nowadays, I’m told I talk in my sleep. I believe it, because one of the weirdest things I ever experianced - I woke up in some part of my brain. The other parts were still sleeping and dreaming, and I could hear myself talk! It was soooo odd. Some detached part of my brain heard me talking in my sleep about finding the steps up the hill. I woke up and remembered it all, and it was so freaky. I felt like I needed a mental scrubdown.
Another funny family incident occurred when my parents came home from the store, knocked on my door, and asked what I wanted from McDonald’s for dinner. I kept sleeping, then she said, “Sarah, please wake up and tell me if you want some food from McDonald’s for dinner!” I sat up, looked right at my mom, and whispered, “I don’t know…It might be weeeeeeeeeirrrrrd.” Just like that, then I flopped down for more sleep. They still occassionally will bring it up and try to recapture my voice when I said that.
Sometimes in college I would wake up with the urge to fart. You know, had to fart so I would do it. Once my roomie was awake and told me later that I farted in my sleep. I just played along: “ME? I farted in my sleep…well gosh-darn!” 
Well I’ve had many instances where I’ve talked to my parents or people on the phone while I was in my sleep and had perfectly coherent conversations with them, yet never remember them happening.
I snore a lil bit, but am not like my father by a wide margin–when he sleeps in hotels the people in adjacent rooms to his usually call the front desk, yes, he’s that loud! lol. My mom and dad sleep in seperate beds because of this.
Oooh! I remember once when I was about 10 years old I sleptwalked over to the refrigerator…opened the door, and took a leak! heheh.
I toss and turn like a drowning man. Fortunately though I only do it when I’m alone. When there is someone in bed with me, I can somehow sense it and keep still. When I sleep alone, I always wake up sans covers, which sux on cold mornings.
I had a rather odd sleeping/dreaming experience just last night. I got off the phone very late because I had an argument with my boyfriend… Apparently, I fell asleep while going over the fight in my head and dreamed about it. Later in the night, I sat bolt upright with my eyes wide open and my hand to my ear and held a dream converstaion with my boyfriend. I finished the converstaion, but when I tried to hang up, the phone was not in my hand. When I woke up I was sitting in bed, poking at my hand, and extremely puzzled. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. When I finally remembered what happened it took me forever to figure out whether it was really a dream or not. It doesn’t seem quite so odd the way I’ve written it. It’s actually a little confusing, but it’s really hard to explain well.
Other than levitating, bouncing off walls and farting inwards, I guess I would have to say that my sleeping behavior is pretty ordinary.
Sure, there was that one time when I accidentally morphed into an elephant and woke up caged at the local zoo, but aside from that I am your average dude when asleep. I do the usual stuff, you know, some moves to the right, some to the left, wake up late at night to pee, have that recurring dream about world domination and that’s it. Pretty dull actually.
Yoda or Yogurt? A dilemma for the ages.
My ex was an interesting one. She used to wake me up in the middle of the night (nudge nudge nudge… poke poke… wake up nigel) and either have some sort of odd, dream-based conversation or would tell me off for something I did in a dream she was just having. Fortunatally it only happened a couple times a month. Once she woke me up by pulling my pillow out from under my head. When I asked what the heck she was doing, the answer was that I had taken her “good” pillow, even though it was the one I normally slept with. She usually didn’t have any recollection of the midnight conversations.
Apparently I would talk in my sleep every once in a while, though I don’t recall what I used to say. I’m also the sort of person that will become very still when I just drift off and then make a violent, random movement. She found this very amusing. I’m lucky my current girlfriend finds it fun too. =P It seems to get a lot of laughs.
-nigel
Like Sara, I can sometimes hear myself talking in my sleep. On a couple of occasions, the sound of my own voice has woken me up. Apparently, I talk in my sleep all the time, as just about everyone I have ever shared a room with has in the morning repeated all the silly things I said while asleep.
One year, while at camp (when I was about 15), I apparently started yelling in my sleep. On the last day of camp I was given the Noisiest Sleeper Award (Girl). The noisiest boy sleeper was an unfortunate guy who had sleepwalked into a closet and somehow managed to lock himself in - and then woke up. His shrieks woke up half the camp. Not me, though.
Mr. Rilch does that too. I generally stay up later than he does, so when I get in bed, I’m often greeted with, “Shall I bring the lights down?” or “Where are we staging this?”
I’ve had a number of nightmares where I’ve thought that he and I have to get out of the bedroom or we’ll die. Sometimes I think the room is contaminated, sometimes that it’s on fire. I get up and yank his arms, trying to get him out of bed. I always tell him afterwards that he should be glad that if I think we’re in danger, I won’t leave without him. Other times, I’ve thought I heard someone prowling around downstairs, so I get up (which would be foolish if someone really was in the apartment) and stand at the top of the stairs listening. Mr. Rilch usually says, “Well, if someone was in here, we’d be dead already, so it must be okay.”