Dreams are odd because they can feel real. Not really what the OP asked but a few days ago I dreamt that there was a burglar with a huge knife in our bedroom, I jumped out of bed and tackled him and was trying not to get stabbed when I woke up IRL from a massive adrenaline dump. Logically I know it’s just my brain plain silly buggers but it left me shook up for most of the morning.
I had very similar, unfortunately the dream was timed perfectly and possibly because of my girlfriend returning to bed after useing the loo. Apparently I leapt up and launched myself at the doorway, whilst shouting.
I launched her across the hallway and into the spare bedroom, thankfully unhurt. That terrified both of us.
Hopefully it left that much of a mark on my subconscious it won’t happen again. She could have easily have been hurt or just a bit to the left and ended up down the stairs.
She now makes a point of waking me up rather than sneaking about. Possibly revenge, possibly self preservation.
Some friends, husband and wife: wife slapped the husband when she woke up as she dreamed that he'd had an affair 😄
I don’t have to be asleep for my wife to find my continued existence beyond exasperating at times. On days like that not only is breathing contentious, the way I didn’t breathe would also be.
I'm the OP, and it's been one of those days.....
Still, early alarm to go and do a club ride away day, sure MrsMC will appreciate it....
I keep misplacing my bike. Locked up outside a shopping center that gets larger and larger and i forget where i locked it.
A friend once told me while on his parents yacht, got up, had a piss and was awoken by his mother. Seems he was pissing on her face.
I regularly talk or shout in my sleep apparently.
Also managed to kick & punch my Wife whilst asleep and dreaming.......
Last night apparently I shouted 'OI!' really loudly down her ear.......
I jumped up, switched on the light, whipped off the duvet because I had to hunt down the large snake lurking at the bottom of the bed. All a bit bewildering for my wife at 3am in the morning in a small terraced house in Hertfordshire. I still can’t account for that.
Not me (thank god) but a friend and his wife temporarily moved into her parents house while they were having some building work done.
On more than one occasion he was caught sleepwalking by his in-laws, trying to pee in their wardrobe.
Father in law was having a dream he was playing for Sunderland in the FA Cup final, he was in the box and a cross was sent over to him so he jumped and went for the header, right into the mother in laws face.
This was years ago, before I met the wife, but I laughed my head off when he first told me the story.
My step dad was the man from the Pru. Back in ye olden days I would have to take messages as people could only contact him by phoning our home phone number.
I took a message from a man regarding his wife’s life insurance claim .
He had dreamt she was a guard in a Japanese prisoner of war camp and had strangled her in his sleep.
Im a really active sleeper. Presumably all sorts of dreams but I never remember them
Ive ended up inside the duvet cover. I frequently have fight with pillows hence having 5 on the bed just for me. I have to find them all every morning. Often across the bed or diagonal when I wake up
the only way Mrs TJ and I could share a bed was with a 7.5 ft wide bed and two double duvets with 7 pillows. That way she had a sporting chance of a couple of feet of bed, a pillow and a bit of a duvet while I dealt with the demons in the rest of the bed 🙂
I have been given an earful for groping her in my sleep.
"In your sleep." Right.
no context, I just said ‘Sue’ apparently.
Should've told her you were dreaming about taking legal action.
One morning many years ago after I woke Julie said ” are you going to clean up that mess?” I was very confused until she told me I had got up in the middle of the night and pissed in the wastepaper basket
Some years ago a one-night stand was royally annoyed with me the following morning. I was like "what's wrong?" She'd pursued me for years and I'd finally caved and railed her six ways from Sunday for little other reason than to get her off my case. I thought she'd be lying there smug if slightly bruised.
Apparently after two bottles of red I'd got up in the middle of the night during a refractory period, gone for a wee and, well, missed completely. Following the previous night's escapades it wasn't exactly the context I wanted to hear the phrase "cart horse" be deployed.
I have decent dreams.
Once upon a long time ago I was on a biking trip to the lake District. 6 of us ended up staying in a static caravan.
I dreamt that someone had entered the caravan, so I lept out of bed and roared at the top of my voice in order to scare the intruder off.
Woke everyone up. I apologized, went back to sleep. A few hours later when I woke up I found the rest of the group day in the living room trying to come to terms with what had happened a few hours ago.
Referred to as the screamadelica event.
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Ended up having a decent cut in my shin from exiting my bed at high speed and smashing into the drawers near by. Had to wrap my leg in cling film and go back to sleep as an early shift was the next day.
Cycled to the drop in centre to check out the damage later in the day as I thought stitches might be needed. The nurse checked the wound for dirt, I had to convince her that I'd fallen out of bed.
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I've prevented a few imaginary objects falling onto me by launching myself towards walls and wardrobes during decent dreams.
Better safe than sorry 😐
On days like that not only is breathing contentious, the way I didn’t breathe would also be.
I used to get it in the neck from the ex when i was breathing (or snoring) too loudly, then she'd also have a go at me when i stopped. She though i was just being an arsehole by stopping breathing (deliberately) to scare her.
Turns out i was actually stopping breathing, and my sleeping body was trying not to die.
Ah well.
When my wife was pregnant she suffered really bad reflux which kept her awake most nights. She was still working so was properly exhausted. Luckily, I'm a champion sleeper. She woke me up one night to complain, quite forcefully, that I looked too smug whilst I was asleep.
I've also been guilty of breathing too much.
Last holiday sat bolt upright in the middle of the night and shouted "Oh f*** there's someone broken into my room" then a few seconds later "Sorry Mark, forgot I was sharing a room with you" and went straight back to sleep. Don't think he was as quick getting back to sleep! Forgot about it in the morning until he told the story at the breakfast table.
