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What weird stuff do you say when climbing down from a dream?
'i'm dying, I think I have aids or the cancers', or something in that vein upon waking. This is nothing to do with my dreams though, and everything to do with regaining consciousness.
I also once was digging away at the mattress in my sleep...when asked what the hell I was doing by my then girlfriend I said ''I'm digging for udders''.
both of these are gold.
It didn't help that I was laughing at him.
I tend to just wake myself up laughing and then can't stop. It's a problem.
It's quite often a couple of hours after I've got up before I say a word.
I once told my Mum (upon waking) 'I'll rinse Dad, but you can dust him'
She shook me up. I needed to go to college. My alarm was broken.
(plus, we'd just done some brilliant fucking)
within minutes of drifting off, I apparently proceeded to laugh incredibly loud right in my girlfriend's face for a solid 5 minutes, unwakeable, and when quizzed as to what the fuck was so funny, I just repeated the words 'It's a squirrel!' over and over.
I have no recollection of any of this.
I had a dream where i was clambering over loads of upturned benches with this bloke called Ian for some reason, and then he started having a heart attack so i rushed over, and had an enormous sense of deja-vu at the sight of him having a heart attack and thought "this is how ian dies" and for some reason it became the most important thing in the history of man that ian didnt die.
not knowing how to help, i started shaking him, but the he turned into an open book, and the pages started rapidly turning over and the book was closing. at the same time there was a big crescendo of vague noise (which i later realised was a car going past in real life) which then started to fade as the book closed.
the final, dead silence put together with the image of the closed book made me panic and i felt a supreme sense of tragedy and desperation.
I woke myslef up screaming IAN! IAN!. My gf-at-the-time was all like: who is Ian?
The last time I woke my boyfriend up by tapping him and asking him to remove the massive spider in the room and then just dropped my head and started heavily snoring again.
And, true enough, I ain't.
That would have been embarrassing.
She just went, "no there's not" and I went "OK" and fell straight back to sleep. She stayed awake, borderline terrified, all night
It was about something inconsequential."Let them eat sausages" said I.
he says he's never having a nightmare, just having a nice sleep and then the next thing he knows he's woken up by the sound of his own scream