Sleeping at a friends house when their 8 months old cat choose to go up on top of the highest shelf in the room, jump down on my belly startling me like hell and when me feet was thrown up in the air she charged my right foot and bit my toe and put her claws into the part under of my foot.
Worst Wake Up Ever
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pr0nzorz?lol i always delete my history,go to any site that has a searchbar,delete some very interesting words,open a new tab,clear every favourite site,clear the links i visited,lastly i have this program progsence it automaticly cleans my cookies,oh yeah i also clear my searchbar history it's a lot of work but it's better than getting cought although my mom barely knows anything about computers my sister knows a lot so yeah better safe then sorryEnemy Of The State said:
Some years back I woke up unable to move my hands.
It was pretty suckage. I could barely feel them and I could not move them at all.
Lucky for me walking around a bit got the blood flowing back into them.
Turns out I was lying down on them and ended up cutting the circulation to them.
It was pretty suckage. I could barely feel them and I could not move them at all.
Lucky for me walking around a bit got the blood flowing back into them.
Turns out I was lying down on them and ended up cutting the circulation to them.
That I do not know. She had no visible injuries.hotpotat0wned said:
The week prior to her death I noticed her stomach looked somewhat larger than normal, as if she was pregnant. The other members of my family did not think it looked like that though. I personally theorize that her death was somehow linked to my observation, but I can not say for sure.
We have been considering cancer as a possible reason for her death.
The worst time ever must have been a few weeks ago.
Apparently I had fallen asleep while reaching for my alarm clock, and woke up an hour later by sliding off my bed and face planting the floor...
It hurt like a motherf***er, and I was late for work as well.
Apparently I had fallen asleep while reaching for my alarm clock, and woke up an hour later by sliding off my bed and face planting the floor...
It hurt like a motherf***er, and I was late for work as well.
Probably when my house caught on fire in high school and I was dead asleep until my mom woke me up in my smoke filled room.
It was very frightening to realize that I might have slept until my bedsheets were on fire. The fire also cut off power in half the house so I might have fallen down the stairs and hit my head or who knows what.
It was very frightening to realize that I might have slept until my bedsheets were on fire. The fire also cut off power in half the house so I might have fallen down the stairs and hit my head or who knows what.
I was having this dream that I was walking through a Scooby Doo style haunted house, and I opened a door. On the other side of the doorway was pitch black nothingness. I step through the doorway, and there's no floor on the other side, so I start falling. At this point I wake up to discover I was sitting up in my bed and had begun to fall backwards. I got the idea I was falling really far from the dream+ the actual sensation of falling. Scared the shit out of me.
I was woken at five in the morning recently by a dream involving an encounter with a device that was some combination of meat packing plant, blender, chainsaw and something you'd find in the SCP foundation.
I didn't get back to sleep for two hours, by then it was time to get up. Dreams about eight-foot long giant spiders? fine, give me two minutes. But god damn it subconscious, cut that weird shit out.
I didn't get back to sleep for two hours, by then it was time to get up. Dreams about eight-foot long giant spiders? fine, give me two minutes. But god damn it subconscious, cut that weird shit out.
I once slept at my grandmothers house and the bed was UNDER some kind of shelf when I woke up I hit my heads against it that was very painfull
I one woke up to a blood-splattered pillow. Blood from a massive nosebleed I got randomly in the middle of the night.
Try waking up half way a street.
I was walking home from school one day and I was incredibly tired, while walking I ended up falling asleep while walking and then woke up still walking and I was quite scared because I missed my turning and was quite young.
I was walking home from school one day and I was incredibly tired, while walking I ended up falling asleep while walking and then woke up still walking and I was quite scared because I missed my turning and was quite young.
I once woke up to my great grandmother who is 102 years old screaming her head off about "letting her out of here."
She had a urinary tract infection which was causing hallucinations in someone of her advanced age. She had been mumbling about hooded men and apple orchards in my living room for a couple days before this happened.
She had a urinary tract infection which was causing hallucinations in someone of her advanced age. She had been mumbling about hooded men and apple orchards in my living room for a couple days before this happened.
On the floor of someone's hallway, licked awake by their dog.
It was a nice dog, but not what you want of a morn.
It was a nice dog, but not what you want of a morn.
My cat sits on my chest and pats my face until I wake up. Its not so bad, but a but of an annoyance especially when its 2AM and he wants feeding.Quiet Stranger said:
This may not be the WORST, but it did just happen to me about an hour ago.
First: my alarm is on my computer. It wakes me up with an mp3 file picked randomly from my library. I have a lot of orchestral ambiance so usually it's pretty soothing, but today, the song it picked was this one:
Which, while awesome, has that noticeable guitar shrill right there at the start.
I'd only slept for an hour, and I was having this not at all scary but very emotionally charged dream, and suddenly that rips through at max volume (way to go MJN with the surround sound speakers), and a couple of things happen.
My dream-mind transforms the shrill into a scream and uses its special dream-logic to terrify me. My cat, sleeping next to me, freaks out and darts away, scraping claws into my chest as she does so. And my heart doesn't so much pound as spasm, this really awful arhythmic lurching and doesn't stop for almost a whole minute.
Ahh, man. A little lame, I guess, but jesus I was spooked. My chest still feels really weird.
First: my alarm is on my computer. It wakes me up with an mp3 file picked randomly from my library. I have a lot of orchestral ambiance so usually it's pretty soothing, but today, the song it picked was this one:
Which, while awesome, has that noticeable guitar shrill right there at the start.
I'd only slept for an hour, and I was having this not at all scary but very emotionally charged dream, and suddenly that rips through at max volume (way to go MJN with the surround sound speakers), and a couple of things happen.
My dream-mind transforms the shrill into a scream and uses its special dream-logic to terrify me. My cat, sleeping next to me, freaks out and darts away, scraping claws into my chest as she does so. And my heart doesn't so much pound as spasm, this really awful arhythmic lurching and doesn't stop for almost a whole minute.
Ahh, man. A little lame, I guess, but jesus I was spooked. My chest still feels really weird.
By getting my breath knocked out of me in kyokushin camp i woke up with an axe kick to the chest for 7 days straight.
I was at a music festival last weekend (Pukkelpop for those who care) and on the last night I thought I'd try and get quite a bit of sleep so I could be productive when I got home. I ended up going to bed at 3:30. Imagine my frustration two hours later, when, I was woken up to the sound of Belgian guys lighting fires outside of my tent (we were camped by the pathway) and shouting at the tops of their voices.
Then it got worse.
After finally getting back to sleep, I woke up again an hour and a half later. This time it's to the sound of booming house music coming from what could only have been the campsite's PA system. Thud, thud, thud, thud.... "Fuck," I thought, "they carried on the party until 7am? Those bastards."
I was livid! Less than 4 hours sleep and waking up to the sound of thumping bass and high-pitched, jerky sounds, aka NOISE, that seemed louder than any of the bands I'd seen over the weekend! Fuck trying to get back to sleep, I thought, I'm gonna get up and get ready to leave. So I open my tent and the anger is invigorated. Outside I see one guy - one prick - dancing about with his boom box! All along it was this massive, massive shit playing the "music" turned up to eleven, and I'm pretty sure not one other person appreciated what he was doing. There he was, dancing around oblivious to the fact that he's a dick, playing this total shite as if it were a service: no one can imagine just how pissed off I was with that twat at that moment.
Now, of course, I can laugh at it and appreciate his spirit. I mean, kudos to him - for all I know he slept through the whole festival and realized he needed to quickly get his moneys worth before being kicked out at 12. It just goes to show, though, what lack of sleep can do to ones tolerance. Anyway, that's my story of the worst time waking up. What a dick...
Then it got worse.
After finally getting back to sleep, I woke up again an hour and a half later. This time it's to the sound of booming house music coming from what could only have been the campsite's PA system. Thud, thud, thud, thud.... "Fuck," I thought, "they carried on the party until 7am? Those bastards."
I was livid! Less than 4 hours sleep and waking up to the sound of thumping bass and high-pitched, jerky sounds, aka NOISE, that seemed louder than any of the bands I'd seen over the weekend! Fuck trying to get back to sleep, I thought, I'm gonna get up and get ready to leave. So I open my tent and the anger is invigorated. Outside I see one guy - one prick - dancing about with his boom box! All along it was this massive, massive shit playing the "music" turned up to eleven, and I'm pretty sure not one other person appreciated what he was doing. There he was, dancing around oblivious to the fact that he's a dick, playing this total shite as if it were a service: no one can imagine just how pissed off I was with that twat at that moment.
Now, of course, I can laugh at it and appreciate his spirit. I mean, kudos to him - for all I know he slept through the whole festival and realized he needed to quickly get his moneys worth before being kicked out at 12. It just goes to show, though, what lack of sleep can do to ones tolerance. Anyway, that's my story of the worst time waking up. What a dick...