Worst way you've been woken up
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Once my mother slowly poured cold water on me. I didn't feel it at first, and when I woke up I was all damp and it'd seeped into everything so I couldn't go back to sleep even after I'd raged at her. And one time at a sleepover, my friend decided to wake me up by kissing me, and I sat up and smashed my forehead into his. It hurt like hell.
i had a friend fart in my face.
i have fell out of my bed a couple times (loft bed)
when i was on a school trip the hotel did a seven am room call. after not getting to sleep until four am because of some food i ate.
i have not had many bad wake ups because i wake up at nine and everyone else i live with is already gone for work or know not to fuck with me when i am tired.
i have fell out of my bed a couple times (loft bed)
when i was on a school trip the hotel did a seven am room call. after not getting to sleep until four am because of some food i ate.
i have not had many bad wake ups because i wake up at nine and everyone else i live with is already gone for work or know not to fuck with me when i am tired.
When I was a little girl, I was asleep durring my first earthquake. I though monsters were fighting under my bed!
I wish I could quote everyone in this thread. We've all had some pretty bad wake-up calls (sorry, I just had to use that lame expression).
I think we need someone to come and tuck us all in, give us some milk and warm cookies, read us a nice story, leave a soft night-light on, watch over us while we sleep then be there to hug each and every one of us when we wake up. Any volunteers?
I think we need someone to come and tuck us all in, give us some milk and warm cookies, read us a nice story, leave a soft night-light on, watch over us while we sleep then be there to hug each and every one of us when we wake up. Any volunteers?
I was watching my dad play a game while wrapped up in a blanket, eventually he was doing some fetch quest thing so i leaned back and fell asleep.
My legs had fallen asleep and I had pissed my pants.
Also, very recently i was woken up by the sound of my whiteboard falling due to the adhesive failing.
My legs had fallen asleep and I had pissed my pants.
Also, very recently i was woken up by the sound of my whiteboard falling due to the adhesive failing.
My crazy roommate knocked on my door at 3:15 a.m. to cry about his ex taking a dude home. How did he find out about this? He was hiding in the bushes.
You try not to say, "Dude, I get it. You're a stalker. I don't feel like comforting a stalker right now," at 3:15 in the morning.
You try not to say, "Dude, I get it. You're a stalker. I don't feel like comforting a stalker right now," at 3:15 in the morning.
That would be the time I had crashed on my brother's couch, and in the morning I heard him sounded very annoyed as he told me to get up, followed by a hefty (and mildly painful) thump on my chest. First instinct was to take a swing at him for hitting me.
About here is where I opened my eyes and realized three things: my left arm was completely without feeling (fell asleep due to the way I was positioned) and it was what hit me in the chest, not my brother. Second, he was at the foot of the couch and nowhere near where I was throwing my punch. Third, the quickness of my movement was effectively launching me out of the couch and towards the wooden coffee table covered in beer bottles & a couple of ash trays, with no possible way of changing course.
So, one loud crash later, with many a broken bottle and one undamaged table, my brother's roommates came running in to see me picking myself up and asking where the broom was, and my brother on the ground laughing his arse off (well, after he saw that I was alright that is).
Also, Honurable mention: Smoke alarm going off after a former roommate caused a bacon fire in the kitchen at 2am. Came running into the hallway in time to see her waving a towel at the smoke detector and hearing her tell me it was out. Was about to give her grief, then I took a tasty sniff at the smoky bacon flavour now all throughout the house and changed my reaction to a big smile as I said 'Nice!' and went back into my room.
About here is where I opened my eyes and realized three things: my left arm was completely without feeling (fell asleep due to the way I was positioned) and it was what hit me in the chest, not my brother. Second, he was at the foot of the couch and nowhere near where I was throwing my punch. Third, the quickness of my movement was effectively launching me out of the couch and towards the wooden coffee table covered in beer bottles & a couple of ash trays, with no possible way of changing course.
So, one loud crash later, with many a broken bottle and one undamaged table, my brother's roommates came running in to see me picking myself up and asking where the broom was, and my brother on the ground laughing his arse off (well, after he saw that I was alright that is).
Also, Honurable mention: Smoke alarm going off after a former roommate caused a bacon fire in the kitchen at 2am. Came running into the hallway in time to see her waving a towel at the smoke detector and hearing her tell me it was out. Was about to give her grief, then I took a tasty sniff at the smoky bacon flavour now all throughout the house and changed my reaction to a big smile as I said 'Nice!' and went back into my room.
Fire alarms in the dorms, getting a water hose sprayed on me (I slept on the front porch), fully automatic gunfire (again, I was sleeping on the front porch.)
View from said front porch
As you can see, the closest neighbors are 20 miles away, so we can pretty much do whatever we feel like out there.
View from said front porch
As you can see, the closest neighbors are 20 miles away, so we can pretty much do whatever we feel like out there.
I once woke up just in time to throw up blood all over the side of my bed and all over the floor. Yeah, that was great. e_e
I had just had my tonsils taken out only that morning, so I wasn't dying or anything. But from the blood, you seriously would have thought that I was.
There was another time that I woke up because my dog punched/kicked me in the face with her paw. She was lying up by my pillow and had a bad dream, so she started twitching and she actually gave me a small black eye from that one. My friends thought it was hilarious...
I had just had my tonsils taken out only that morning, so I wasn't dying or anything. But from the blood, you seriously would have thought that I was.
There was another time that I woke up because my dog punched/kicked me in the face with her paw. She was lying up by my pillow and had a bad dream, so she started twitching and she actually gave me a small black eye from that one. My friends thought it was hilarious...
In college our beds were elevated enough to keep mini fridges under them. Two of my palls stacked theirs like bunk beds (keeping the elevated distance mind you). Had to crash there once on the top bunk, some drunk dude came in and shoved me off onto the floor eight feet down. Head hit a damn chair.
shaving cream to face.it was a prank. it would nt have even been that bad if i wasnt such a deep sleeper that they poured out half the can on my face before i woke up.
also got shot with a bb gun once
also got shot with a bb gun once
The worst I had was waking up to the phone ringing, going to grab it and cutting a vein in my hand on a broken table lamp. Should've thrown it away well before that happened, but I'm a procrastinator. Waking up to a wound where blood comes out along with the beat of your heart, and having to go the emergency room on a Saturday isn't how I like waking up. But I can imagine far worse, incoming fire for example, so I count myself lucky.
Holy shit I had the exact same thing happen but worse-ish. I woke up, got out of bed and GUESS WHAT? A freaking clown comes out of my closet screaming (Odd considering I'm not afraid of clowns), naturally I actually assume I'm in a dream at this point so I close my eyes and wake up again. So I get out of bed and go to the closet to put clothes on. A goddamn crackhead stabs me in the stomach. Now, at this time I realised HOPED that I'm dreaming so I do the whole close my eyes and wake up thing again yelling "WHAT THE FUCK!?". (Considering I was a 10 year old who didn't cursed this scared the crap out of my family). THIS time I wake up in what I could only assume was my bed, but I can't see shit. I put my hands to my eyes only to discover that they seemingly mutated in my sleep. After about 2 minutes of scraping I can finally open my eyes and see. Was freaking scary. Turned out I developed pink-eye (Or something similiar) in the middle of my sleep and had leaked huge amounts of whatever that tear duct wierd fluid is and it had crusted my eyelashes shut. (Just freaking glad it never happened the rest of the time I had it when I was using eyedrops).RifkaMarie said:
EDIT: And I did finally use my first post just to reply to that
