Rough awakenings...fs... - by Mr.Duck
Gorgonseye on 6/5/2006 at 00:45
Right.....pardon my ignorance..........
Fafhrd on 6/5/2006 at 01:37
clearly you're all werewolves.
tungsten on 6/5/2006 at 03:30
Dear MrDuck, please give me her phone number :sly: :ebil:
Or don't you even remember that one?
Mr.Duck on 6/5/2006 at 06:49
Quote Posted by tungsten
Dear MrDuck, please give me her phone number :sly: :ebil:
Or don't you even remember that one?
;)
A gentleman has no memory, m'boy.
Dia on 6/5/2006 at 16:09
Alternate alternate ending: she bit you hard on the nose when she found out you didn't really love her and you axed her to death and shoved her body parts in your microwave.
P.S. Don't look in the microwave, just pack your things and move. Now.
Random_Taffer on 6/5/2006 at 16:18
My wife informed me that recently, every night/morning around 4 am I start laughing hysterically.
I don't remember that at all. :confused:
I'm kind of creeped out now.
She says that she tries to wake me because my laugh is creepy and I just stare at her blankly and lay back down.
What the hell? I'm actually a pretty light sleeper and am usually awoken by the slightest noise...Surely my loud laughing would be enough to bring me to my senses...
Wierd...
Gorgonseye on 6/5/2006 at 16:37
It's kind of like the phrase "Do you ever listen to yourself?" I guess that ansewers your question huh?:cheeky:
Mingan on 7/5/2006 at 02:28
I, apparently, speak when asleep. A friend once told me so, and my mother did too, and they don't know each other, so there can't be a conspiracy of them trying to make me insane. But that friend told me that I was reciting poems at night. HOW DARE I. I can't do that poetry stuff when awake and I make it asleep? HOW DARE YOU, mind, get that sorted out now, I hear the chicks dig poetry, and I'm so not going to punch myself unconscious just to recite poetry to the wimmins out there.
I thought of recording myself a few times, but I get that creeping feeling that I won't like at all what I'm saying at night..
liquidfear on 7/5/2006 at 04:17
The closest thing I've had to Mr duck's experience... was back at easter. Yes. My dad came into my room, woke me up, and started babbling about something. Now, I was awake, wide eyed and looking at him, but the machinery was OFF. The wheel's turning but the hampster's dead.
I remember him, in my hazy state, tossing me a round brown something. I pick it up, and stare at it, trying to identify it. Seems the time it took to do this took roughly longer then the last ice age... it's a coin. Dad is babbling about something, and it's all registering somewhere in my brain, but not in my thoughts; thought just wasn't something that was happening right then.
The fact that it's easter morning comes forward. 'Is it a real coin? Is dad fooling me, or is it actually chocolate?'. Except, none of this was all thought out, more like incoherent feelings and realizations.
From dad's point of view, my head sort of rolled onto my shoulder, I stared at it for a second or two, and then in one fluid motion, popped the coin into my mouth. At least I'd woken up enough to think "Don't bite it; see if it melts or not." When it didn't, I promptly spit it back out.
Turns out it's a foreign coin (Apparently, from Greece) that he found on grandpa's lot that morning with a metal detector. Man. Don't I feel like the genius.
@ Minigan: Dude, totally record that :D . If nothing else, I'd wanna hear something like that.
Tocky on 7/5/2006 at 05:12
"Maybe it's a tumor."
I've had the dream where I'm at a party and having a great time when I suddenly recall that I've killed someone and thier arm is dangling from under the couch. I try to kick it back under but only succeed in getting thier leg to pop out. Meanwhile various police and FBI come by to chat while I kick like a spaz. It never occurs to me that I don't even know who the body is. I'M GUILTY!
The only people I've actually killed in dreams is the living dead and a group of rapists and that last after my son had to put ones nose to the carpet and arrest him in RL so I know where that one came from. I'M POWERLESS OVER DEATH AND TO PROTECT THOSE I LOVE.
Your mind knows you and pokes without mercy when you sleep.
