Ah, my crazy sleep patterns and the hillarity that ensues... When I was in high school, I would fall asleep in the shower in the mornings before school. My mom would have to come in and wake me up. Normally all she would do is come in the bathroom and flick the lights on and off, or reach in and turn the water over to cold. One morning though, I must have heard her come in while asleep, so I busted out of the shower, completely nude, yelling at her. She just looked at me and said "What the hell is your problem?!?" I snapped right out of it. Another morning in high school I got up a couple of hours earlier than I should have to get ready for school. I was completely dressed and almost out of the door before my parents told me to go back to bed.
College is where things got really interesting... I would wear headphones and listen to music when I went to bed as my roommate would stay up late a lot of times. I would talk in my sleep alot, most of it incoherent. Sometimes I would even sleep-walk and end up in the living room. The best moments came after moving out and in to my own place. I woke my GF up once screaming "BLOOD!" at the top of my lungs. I could actually smell blood in my sleep, and dreamed that the walls in my room were covered with it. Another night I sat up in bed, clawing at my face thinking hoards of insects were attacking me. I bolted for the light switch, and after turning in the bright over-head light and realizing I was dreaming, the GF was freaked out. I calmly turned off the light and went back to bed, but now she was too scared to sleep.
The best was one night when the GF first started sleeping over. I have a "side" of the bed, and she insisted on sleeping on my side of the bed. I told her it was a bad idea, but she wouldn't listen. The following morning, I was half-awake and half-asleep. I reached over to turn off the alarm, and planted my elbow right in her eye. It made a disgusting squishing sound, and I freaked out. Naturally, she awoke with quite a start and in pain. Honestly, I was more scared than she was... she had to calm me down. Fortunately, her eye was fine. There was no blood, but I did take her to an optomitrist later that morning to have her checked out. She was fine, but I don't think the doctor believed the story... He privately told her that if I was beating her, that she should call the police.
We broke up several years ago, and I sometimes I wonder if I scared her one too many times in bed... Since then I've been living on my own, and while I've woken up from falling in my dreams, or occasionally woken and was scared out of my mind for no reason, I have no record of talking in my sleep because no one is around.
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