oh i would have wished for that i had one of those go getem types in my barrecks so a fucking hour before we were suposed to be up he flicks on the lights starts yelling at us to get ready, we get all ready, have the barrecks clean, and our drill sargent walks in and has us do a full gear 2 mile run before morning pt and chow.....needless to say that perticular guy did not do that again or really sleep to well for that matter.SckizoBoy said:
What is the worst way you've woken up?
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Twice this has happened.
Radio set to obnoxious station. Normally, this is okay. Loud but okay.
Explosion SFX for some club event goes off at my alarm set. Christ and Buddha, I think I lost years for those. Few times in life (thankfully) I thought I'd truly die, and here was one of them.
There can't be much worse than waking up to explosions.
Radio set to obnoxious station. Normally, this is okay. Loud but okay.
Explosion SFX for some club event goes off at my alarm set. Christ and Buddha, I think I lost years for those. Few times in life (thankfully) I thought I'd truly die, and here was one of them.
There can't be much worse than waking up to explosions.
My "hilarious" friends, thinking back on that old chemistry trick of setting fire to money, tried to mixed alcohol with water and set fire to my trousers.
All was well, since I was wearing thick jeans and am a light sleeper, allowing me to put the flames out before any damage was done, but even so- waking up actually on fire is fucking frightening.
Same friends - woke up once while camping a night in the country, they'd tied my leg to a broken car door we'd found the night before, and opened the farm gate just next to our tent area. Woke up being screamed at by a fuck-off angry goose that my friends had chased towards me (I was outside the tent, it had been a hot night), massively hungover, and found movement significantly impeded.
It's part of our culture though, these pranks. I once saw a guy carefully zipped up in his sleeping bag and placed at the top of a flight of stairs lined with mattresses, cushions, duvets etc. He was deposited at high speed down this makeshift slide. His scream of terror as he awoke mid-descent was a beautiful thing to behold.
Another notable one happened at a party I missed, but a couple of guys picked up a drunken sleeping friend, tied him up with packing tape, put him in the back of the piece-of-shit car one of them had brought. He wakes up as daylight hits him, tied up, cold, in the back of a moving vehicle, driven by two men wearing skimasks.
Apparently he didn't take long to spot the jig, but a frightening few moments there as his befuddled, hungover brain desperately tries to piece together its surroundings.
All was well, since I was wearing thick jeans and am a light sleeper, allowing me to put the flames out before any damage was done, but even so- waking up actually on fire is fucking frightening.
Same friends - woke up once while camping a night in the country, they'd tied my leg to a broken car door we'd found the night before, and opened the farm gate just next to our tent area. Woke up being screamed at by a fuck-off angry goose that my friends had chased towards me (I was outside the tent, it had been a hot night), massively hungover, and found movement significantly impeded.
It's part of our culture though, these pranks. I once saw a guy carefully zipped up in his sleeping bag and placed at the top of a flight of stairs lined with mattresses, cushions, duvets etc. He was deposited at high speed down this makeshift slide. His scream of terror as he awoke mid-descent was a beautiful thing to behold.
Another notable one happened at a party I missed, but a couple of guys picked up a drunken sleeping friend, tied him up with packing tape, put him in the back of the piece-of-shit car one of them had brought. He wakes up as daylight hits him, tied up, cold, in the back of a moving vehicle, driven by two men wearing skimasks.
Apparently he didn't take long to spot the jig, but a frightening few moments there as his befuddled, hungover brain desperately tries to piece together its surroundings.
With a blood soaked pillow and not being able to breathe. I wish it was just a nose bleed, though.
Last summer the 19 year old cat I had known my whole life passed away in my bed next to me. That morning I woke up with extreme discomfort in my abdomen; knew I'd have to go to the hospital. Spent the whole morning in tears, mostly due to losing Rudy, but they did an unltrasound... Cyst in my ovary.
I just find the timing so strange... Was really scary to wake up to pain like that.
I just find the timing so strange... Was really scary to wake up to pain like that.
Being woken up whilst being told about that I will be applying for x job.
If I make some negative sounds relating to that, I get an earful about random stuff.
This is when you're in the realms of coming around to reality and you're half asleep and half awake. You somewhat regress to a 5 year old and want to hide in your bed all the other more.
If I make some negative sounds relating to that, I get an earful about random stuff.
This is when you're in the realms of coming around to reality and you're half asleep and half awake. You somewhat regress to a 5 year old and want to hide in your bed all the other more.
Woke up covered in my own shit and vomit after passing out with dysentery on a Moroccan train. Fun holiday that. It was the day after we landed, we were only going to be in the country for about two weeks. I was in hospital for about two thirds of the holiday.
Plus that is the single most foul awakening of my life. Thank the gods that my partner had the sense to put me in the recovery position.
Plus that is the single most foul awakening of my life. Thank the gods that my partner had the sense to put me in the recovery position.
Oh. I just remembered something worse than the Ants that bit my junk.
I had recently moved into the house I am currently living in. With the new house I bought a new computer too. A massive beast of a machine worth 3000 euros. As I finished assembling it, I placed in on top of my desk and went to bed.
Fast forward at 3 am. Creaking sounds woke me up from my sleep. As I was opening my eyes, the creaking became cracking and the sound of splitting wood echoed from my office. Then. I heard a huge BOOM and the sound of breaking computer components. I rushed into the room only to find my desk split in two and in the middle of the wreckage, my baby... my computer. Completely destroyed. I never screamed "NOOOOO" loudest in my life. The neighbors in the morning asked me if I was alright.
I had recently moved into the house I am currently living in. With the new house I bought a new computer too. A massive beast of a machine worth 3000 euros. As I finished assembling it, I placed in on top of my desk and went to bed.
Fast forward at 3 am. Creaking sounds woke me up from my sleep. As I was opening my eyes, the creaking became cracking and the sound of splitting wood echoed from my office. Then. I heard a huge BOOM and the sound of breaking computer components. I rushed into the room only to find my desk split in two and in the middle of the wreckage, my baby... my computer. Completely destroyed. I never screamed "NOOOOO" loudest in my life. The neighbors in the morning asked me if I was alright.
My ex yelled/screamed in my face one day and then slapped my arm.
I was not best impressed I must say. Just recently I woke up to a really itchy foot so I started to scratch it with my other foot and BAM cramp in my calf. I clambered up trying to get to my feet to rub it or something while still trying to scratch my foot.
Generally peaceful wake ups but sometimes...not so much.
I was not best impressed I must say. Just recently I woke up to a really itchy foot so I started to scratch it with my other foot and BAM cramp in my calf. I clambered up trying to get to my feet to rub it or something while still trying to scratch my foot.
Generally peaceful wake ups but sometimes...not so much.
Admit it, it was a sex thing.ramboondiea said:
OT: Let's see. about two years ago, I was staying at my friends house and I had to sleep in a bunk bed while I was there. One morning I woke up, slammed my head on the bottom of the top bunk, fell back hit my head again against the head board of the bottom bunk, fell outta bed landed on one of his asshole cats. Which proceeded to fuck my face up as punishment for disturbing him. I then stumbled to the kitchen where I tripped over his other asshole cat and as I fell I grabbed the tablecloth pulling my friend's bowl of freshly heated grits onto my head knocking myself out with the added benefits of second degree burns. Then he got pissed at me for hurting his cat and wasting food.
I moved out like two days later.
It would have been better if they were having a conversation in a different language. Personally I think russian would be perfect for this situation.Octorok said:
God fucking dammit. At 3:00 am, I decided I was tired, but was too worried to sleep. So I get some tea. At about 3:45, I was settled enough to sleep, but not feeling tired enough. Now I come on here while I wait to become tired again, and now I'm pretty sure I'm not sleeping for at least a week.sky14kemea said:
As for me, the worst has to be waking up to a massive hangover, on the floor, wearing a pirate bandana, vomiting on my morning glory, and at that moment remembering my pesky morales stopped me getting laid with a ridiculously drunk girl last night.
Honestly, I would've been more angry, but I was in too much pain to bother.
Other than that, the time when my blinds fell off the window next to my bed. For a good minute or so, I thought part of the house had come down on me. It being stupid-o-clock in winter, I wasn't quite awake yet, and getting up at the best of times felt like escaping a ton of bricks, so it wasn't so suprising I came to that conclusion. What was really surprising was that I didn't really panic that much. Never figured out why.
currently there are two competing for the absolute nadir of wake up calls, there's the morning something exploded outside my house and i woke up screaming in terror, though i bolted up in bed and did fall back asleep again, so i'm not sure if it counts as waking up.
then the day my dad came in singing a pop song about how sexy he was, and about as far off key as a human can get, though i did manage to roll over and punch him in the nuts, i was aiming for his leg to physically say, hey asshole, your shitty singing woke me up, fuck off, but i think the nut shot got the message through better than the original plan.
today's Captcha: Take Wrong Turns, fuck you captcha, fuck you
then the day my dad came in singing a pop song about how sexy he was, and about as far off key as a human can get, though i did manage to roll over and punch him in the nuts, i was aiming for his leg to physically say, hey asshole, your shitty singing woke me up, fuck off, but i think the nut shot got the message through better than the original plan.
today's Captcha: Take Wrong Turns, fuck you captcha, fuck you