Arachnophobia
Jimbuktu's story is unfortuntely reminiscent of something that happened to me not too long ago. I lay happily sleeping, mind merrily a-wander through the wonderful realms of my subconscious. Slowly, as you sometimes do, I became aware that I was dreaming. "There's a spider on my face, but that's fine because it's only a dream" my sleepy mind decided. Sometimes, being the pathetic girly-man that I am, I have nightmares about this sort of thing that lead to me leaping out of bed and lunging for the light switch in a single graceful, balletic leap which is inevtiably ruined by tangling my legs in my chair and faceplanting into the door, but this time I knew it was a dream so there was no need for such acrobatics.

Only, for a dream it was very tactile. This sort of things happens too, from time to time - incredibly vivid sensation, combined with an awareness that you're dreaming. Occasionally you can kind of steer the dream, which can be utterly brilliant, but this time it was stubbornly sticking to the spider on my face theme, the prickly, tickling, feather-light sensation becoming more and more urgent. I became gradually less sanguine about the whole "it's just a dream" thing and started the slow climb up Terror Mountain.

I awoke the second I reached Screaming Incoherent Panic Peak. Having punched not only myself, but also my bewildered and no-longer-affectionate cat Mabel, with her stupid tickly whiskers, square in the face.

She wasn't allowed to sleep in my room after that.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 14:20, 3 replies)

I want a DILD tonight ;o)

( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 14:55, closed)

Needs moar linky bits...
or you'll never reach Spak Standard.
( thealternativefact, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 15:03, closed)

I just woke my own cats laughing
and the fat one did a roll-over while the little one shot about six inches in the air.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 20:35, closed)