Not Quite Sleepwalking
This isn't quite about sleepwalking and so in order to qualify it I'll include two time related sleepy-stories and then onto the main point of the post.

People have mentioned conversations with people in their sleep. Well, to set the scene I was in a tent with a few friends; one friend was notorious for carrying a watch on him at all times. Most of us had fallen asleep and in the end it was just me and a friend having a hushed chat. We worked out that it must have been late, but just what time was it exactly? I couldn't find my and didn't want to wake everyone up by rummaging around for it; the same went for her. Obvious conclusion: Ask our friend with the watch. She steps over the near lifeless bodies to him and shakes his shoulder slightly, seemingly with the intent to nudge him into a half-awake state... didn't work. She then asked him the time, he looked at his watch apparently without opening his eyes and I heard "pe-twentythree hamster-nurh". I looked over at my mate and uttered those three magic words, "what the fuck?" She just shrugged back and tried again. The second time the sleeping friend sat up, eyes closed, reached over to his bag, eyes closed, moved some stuff, eyes closed, looked at watch, eyes closed, and said "Twelve Seventy-five, now fuck off!" and promptly fell back asleep.

Second story: The only time link in this is that I did much the same thing as my friend, yet I remember the dream. I was in some weird realm where my watch had turned into this massive, bright and coloured clock which only told you the time when you made a connection with it (physical and somehow thus transferring pathos). I needed the time in my dream [I was under quite a bit of time pressure at this point] and so had to sit up to touch the clock to understand the time. Apparently I'd been mumbling all night and kicking a fuck of a lot whilst rolling about like I was having some kind of fit, then I sat upright, stopped for a second, promptly fell back down and then went back into my incoherent mumbling state.


Main Story
I have fairly vivid dreams; I have an incredibly strong imagination. Quite often I'll dream before I fall asleep; it's not a dream as in you're actually there, more like you're watching a 3D film of some kind - I'm sure most if not all of you know what I mean.
Of course, this isn't always the case, it can get rather animated. As far as I'm aware I am actually awake for such episodes; I may be wrong on this, but when reviewed they never feel like dreams. This one, the most vibrant of all by far, especially.

I was lying in bed, having a bit of difficulty sleeping, but I was getting there. This weird feeling came over me, as though I were in a cocoon. You know that 'safe' feeling you get in a locked car, or inside a building when it's heavily raining outside? It was somewhat like that; kind of a secure numbness whereby I wouldn't react to anything. Feelings of anxiety, etc. were still there, just strangely serene. This description makes it sound somewhat stronger than it was, the actual effects were quite meek; this is just an efficient way of explaining them. I think it was more to do with tiredness than with my mind playing tricks on me. It's a feeling I have had before and since, just I haven't really noticed it as in this case it seemed to explain my reaction somewhat. Once again I'm sure all of you have experienced this. So, at almost the very instant this feeling came over me I saw my bedroom door open, it was dark outside my room. This figure entered my room, it was a man of fairly average height in a loose brown hooded robe. He walked through my room up to me, quite swiftly. I could only just make out his eyes and face. I'm pretty sure that at this point I ought to be have been terrified and I was very scared and felt hopeless, but nowhere near as much as I should have been; I just lay there watching him as he rose his right hand up and met it with his left. Continuing to raise his hands he held a knife in his right. All this had happened in a matter of seconds, and I just watched it all without moving and hardly with reacting. He then, without hesitation, plunged the knife firmly into my chest. I watched as it lowered and saw it enter into me. I stared in disbelief at this knife embedded in my body and waited for the intense pain that I thought would soon follow. As soon as I realised that there was no pain and no feeling at all from the knife I also noticed that the door to my bedroom was still firmly closed and that the knife just wasn't there, neither was the man.
Afterwards I just lay in there in mild horror staring at the door unable to move my eyes away from it.


It was recently suggested by a shrink that I might have mild paranoia of some kind, due to certain thoughts I have at certain times. She also asked me about my thoughts on televisions, radios and ambient noise/people talking.
I entirely neglected to tell this story as I remain convinced it was just a dream before I fell asleep, usual fantasia thoughts (hence the hooded robe, knife, swift movements, etc.) and my over-vivid imagination at play.
I really hope it's just one of those dreams.




Bloody hell, post above, huzzah!
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Sat 25 Aug 2007, 0:28, Reply)