I woke up to my alarm clock and since I barely got any sleep I concluded that it was only granades exploding under my bed, so I started to go back to sleep and then realized that bombs under my bed was a bad thing , so I jumped out of bed and severely sprained my ankle.
I woke up to the pain of a thousand suns in my neck thanks to some kinda nerve cramp that left me to force my head to my shoulder for about 9 hours or face intense pain.
I woke up to jump out of bed then fall to he ground, then get up fall down in a more violent way, get up again fall into my alarm turn it off, attempt to get up again or at least fall in the direction of something soft, failed to do both, flailed myself to my couch where i kinda passed out only yo be waken again by my 2nd alarm then get ready for class.
I woke up to my friend drawing penises on my face.
I woke up to my mom's shitzoo taking the largest an worst smelling dump I've ever had the misfortune to see.
When I was a kid some dickhead got drunk while celebrating the new year and pulled the fire alarm in our hotel at fuckyou o'clock. This was Spokane, and they'd had a blizzard. Cue standing in PJs and sandals in the slush outside for several minutes.
Why were we in Spokane for the holidays? We were passing through when said blizzard closed down every means of transportation out.
o that remindes me of mine
I was in the doorm when someone decied to leave there popcorn in the microwave too long at 1:30 in the morning.
In January...
it was -15*F(-26*C) outside
so yea not a fun wake-up
Hoooo boy, where to start-
- Twice in my life, I've had a broken arm (left at 4, right at 14, not looking forward to 24 =P ). I also twist and turn and toss in my sleep. 'nuff said.
- On one occasion, I've woken up by the feeling of a hot liquid on my face, opening my eyes to the sight of blood all over my pillow. Yay nosebleeds in the middle of the night.
- Gall stones. Crystallized pieces of gall that have to be forced out a fleshy tube-thing that's way too small. I've heard it's half as bad as kidney stones, apparently. Helluva way to wake up.
- Best friend decided to practice using his drumsticks on my head while I slept. Me, heavy sleeper? Never.
- Muscle. Cramps. My god, they are indescribably horrible to suffer, let alone wake up to.
Pink Eye.
Imagine waking up and for a moment, not being physically able to open your eyes because they are glued shut with......stuff.
It's frightening, disgusting and painful.
That would be the time my mum woke me up 10 minutes before I had to start work when I asked her the night before to wake me up about an hour or two beforehand to prepare. Add my hangover (I don't drink much anymore) and I was in an awful mood all day.
What pissed me off about it was not the fact that she forgot to wake me because I understand mistakes. But the way she took NO responsibility whatsoever and blamed me for not being self reliant. It was only a minor squabble but it all made for probably the worst morning/work day I've ever had.
I had a dream that my cat was running around, and she went to jump up on a curtain to climb it (like she's prone to do) but instead of catching on the curtain gives way and she goes out the open window behind the curtain. She lands on the ground like 4 stories below, and her back paws break off and she's trying to crawl around :'(
I woke up immediately, I was so terrified. I just wanted to move and feel tha she was okay and safe next to me. But my body was so cold (I've rolled around in snow banks in a bikini before, and that was like sunbathing on a beach in the summer sun compared to how cold I felt waking up there).
I tried so hard to be able to move my body, but my mind was just freaking out way too much for me to move.
Never watching another horror movie again. Positive that's what made this happen
(I'm freaking out more than a little bit just remembering it)
You unfortunate enough to have a nightmare right before it. Basically, in sleep paralysis, your brain wakes up before your body. This results in awareness and sometimes small motor movement (eyes, for instance), but your body is still asleep. This can cause extreme cold (as happened to you), auditory/visual hallucinations (those suck so hard), nausea, and general terror (your brain totally panics during the experience). And, of course, paralysis.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis
It's often known as "The Devil On Your Back".
So far, there's no way of decisively triggering it if you have isolated experiences, so your horror movies should be safe. It's really really freaky when it happens to you and you don't know what it is, so I hope I helped.
Worst way I woke up was probably in the dead of night with a hand around my throat, for a few seconds I was sure someone was stangling me before I realised it was my own hand. It was some kind of sleep paralysis, I couldn't control my arm for some reason, I managed to get my other arm between the frozen one and my throat and just lay there for what felt like an hour before I could move both my arms again. The arm had pins and needles for a good while after that, needless to say I had a bit of trouble getting to sleep after that, wondering if it would happen again.
Oooooo forgot to mention that, i get this like once, maybe twice a month but damn it's a *****!
For those who don't know, Sleep Paralysis is basically where your brain is awake, but your body isn't, your are concious of everything around you but you cant do anything, its a struggle to simply swallow sometimes, which can block your breathing. Luckily i have learned to put all my thoughts into moving my arm and hand closer to my leg/body so i can pinch myself, works every time, but damn it's scary as hell.
I had that a few times, but I also had hallucinations with it. Like waking up, and trying to run into the living room to get help, collapsing on the floor without being able to move and without being able to yell help. Then I'll re-wake up in my bed.
Well, for me it was either after waking up from the most realistic nightmare I have ever had where I got stabbed in the throat and could feel the blade from the knife on my tounge, or waking up with the whole bed covered in blood from one hell of a massive nosebleed.
Runners up where falling down stairs from sleepwalking and waking up to my chinese crested dog licking the inside of my mouth since I apparently slept with my mouth open.
EDIT: OH! I almost forgot! Waking up with some kind of creepy-ass hallucination where I was seeing my brother frozen in mid walk through my room to the toilet when he was actually right next to me in bed (no, no, nothing like that, we were on a vacation and kids, and a king-size bed was as good as anything), I could see him in front of me and next to me, bloody nightmare fuel.
J Tyran said:
Waking up from a coma was something I would never want to experience again. I didn't know who I was, where I was or what the hell had happened, I had no coordination either I had to be fed and have drinks held up with straws and stuff. I couldn't recognize my family either.
It took about a week to get everything back together.
In my first year at university the hall of residence I lived in seemed to be filled with morons whose idea of fun, when drunk, was to set the fire alarms off, at four in the morning, so that everyone had to stand around outside in their pajamas and the cold for an hour while the staff made sure there really wasn't a fire anywhere.
This never happened on the weekend, it was always Wednesday nights, because nearly all the clubs in the city had Wednesday as student night. Every Thursday that year was a full day of lab work for me, which was all formally assessed and counts towards the degree. So I spent every Thursday doing important work while deprived of sleep.
It seemed that, at some point during the building of these halls, that a committee had decided that the average student could not be woken up by anything less than right-next-to-the-speaker-stack-at-a-rock-concert levels of volume. Needless to say these fire alarms were, literally, painfully loud.
By far the worst of these incidents was when the English or History students had their reading week (no lectures instead of next to none), which they used to get drunk in the halls and stomp around loudly at night, every night. On this particular Wednesday night when the fire alarm was inevitably set off I was already in such a sleep-deprived state that all could think was:
A. Why won't my alarm clock turn off?
B. Why has it gone off three hours earlier than I set it for?
C. Why is it so fucking loud?
It took me a good two minutes to realise that what I was hearing was in fact the sodding fire alarm, again. Even five years later I am still of the opinion that there is no suffering too great for the person who set off the fire alarm.
When I was a little younger, I tried Salvia and Kratom a day apart. The first night's sleep was fine, but the second night I got stuck in a dream in a dream in a dream etc.....maybe it was a coincidence, but I must have woken up l0 different times, with each waking feeling like a real one (kind of like Inception, I guess). By the time I finally woke up in my bed I was so scared I called my ex-girlfriend to come stay the rest of the night so I could make sure I was really back.
You normally wake up early for work, so on your day off, you decide to sleep in.
Your scumbag brain wakes you up not only in the morning, but a couple minutes BEFORE your alarm normally goes off.
cpt blackamar said:
I got my revenge though, the guy has a crippling fear of snakes, so I got a corn snake (perfectly harmless), slid it into his bed, and filmed the whole thing.
This happens all the time to me on the weekends during the school year.
OT: Once i woke up and thought "omg im late for school" and naturally proceeded to throw on a set of clothes, grab a bag of goldfish crackers, and sprint halfway down the street before thinking "wait, why is it so cold and dark outside?" i then look at my phone and find out its not only 3AM, but saturday as well.
Another time i slept over at a friends house, on his couch thats in his room, and woke up to see him staring at me while slowly eating a bag of chips. Awkwardness ensued.
Lastly, when i was in 7th grade, i didnt like to shower every night, so when my mom went to work one night (night shift) i decided to stay up till 2AM, and before bed to make it look like i showered i decided to run it for 5 minutes. i set the alarm on my phone for 5 minutes and proceeded to pass out. i wake up at 6AM by my mom calling my cell to tell me it was a snow day and the shower was still running.
My cat running across my face with claws out. Not sure if something spooked him or if he was chasing a bug. For a while, in my sleepy panicked state, running to the bathroom, I thought that he tore my eye out of it's socket that's how much blood there was on my face. Fortunately my eye was untouched, but blinking was painful for about a day because he scratched up my eyelid.
Waking up in the midst of an earthquake comes to mind. I mean, I'm in Vermont and it's not like we get those massive 8.0s on the Left Coast, but still. When shit's falling off the walls and shelves, it's a little disortienting to say the least.
[quote="Vamantha" post="18.383312.15158586"
I also loath being awakened by muscle cramps. Jesus Christ those things suck.[/quote]
Me too. God, what a sucky way to start the day. Just minding your own business and BAM! Agony of the limbs! For me it was my legs; as I walk everywhere on my campus.
Another way that I have to deal with waking up is Cats. Specifically, Cats who sit right next to my face and meow loudly in demand that I feed them. Yeah, I don't usually win those fights.
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