Braum
Hoop woke me in the middle of the night with a cry out of sleep...
"Braum!"
I lay there for at least ten minutes trying to figure out what it meant. Had he meant "Bomb!" or "Broom!" or maybe "Bra!"? I felt his skin flinching under the strain of some imagined movement. I tried to pull away and look, but he had ahold of my arm as if I were a floatation device. He kept mumbling and something in the haziness of my sudden awakening made me feel slightly panicked. Was I was the buoy keeping him from tumbling into a nightmare? I don't know how long I lay there, awake but not, too afraid to move even though my arm was tingling.
Finally, as the twitches slowed and then stopped, I felt safe enough to pull my arm away. But sleep didn't come back to me willingly. I tossed around in my sliver of space, careful not to kick the dogs or Hoop. What did it mean? "I'll ask him in the morning," I thought. I was sure Hoop would remember. As soon as the alarm went off this morning, Hoop turned to me and covered my nose in kisses. The night's events came back to me in a flood. "You yelled 'Braum' in your sleep last night!" I blurted. Hoop was quiet. I wondered if he'd heard me. Maybe he fell back asleep?
"Pfft," he said, suddenly. "Oh-kay."
"I'm serious! You yelled 'Braum' in your sleep. It actually woke me up!"
"I did NOT."
"Oh my God, how can you not believe me?!"
"I don't talk in my sleep."
He doesn't even remember what he was dreaming about. The next time he yells in his sleep and wakes me up in the middle of the night, I'm going to flick him in the forehead. Then I'm going to ask him what he was dreaming about, right then, while it's still fresh in his head. Braum indeed. I'm so tired, my eyes feel like they're bobbing around in my head like marshmallows. No amount of coffee will wake me from my stupor. Perhaps I'll curl up under my desk for a minute or two... So tell me a bedtime story, will you?
What's the strangest dream you've ever had?
Btw: The second picture in Tuesday's post is of an odd hole in the city gate surrounding St. Augustine. The rumor is, it was once used to fire guns out of. Although it's just as likely that it was where the drawbridge connected to the coquina.
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The Man of the Place used to suffer from night terrors. Every once in a while, he'll still yell, flinch and converse in his sleep. I just wake him up so it's over for me more quickly and we can all get some shut-eye.
I'll think of a nice story and get back to you.
Maybe he was screaming for ice-cream? Braums!
I can't remember my own strange dreams but my boyfriend has some odd dreams about cats. One involved his mother whom apparently was a kitten sitter and the kittens were taking a nap under blankets in the sewing room. Sometimes the cats can talk. He would be so mad if he knew I was telling people this.
I was thinking the same thing Knight was. Braums Ice Cream. They have great shakes!
I have lots of strange dreams. Dreams where I'm just wandering around some town. Walking along like I'm heading somewhere that I need to go, but I don't actually know where it is or where I am.
I used to have violent dreams, but those have mostly gone away. Thank goodness.
The husband talks in his sleep almost every night. Sometimes it wakes me, like Hoop (if he screams/yells/shouts/farts), but most times now I sleep right through it. Occasionally, I will play along with him and talk back. Eventually, he'll wake up with me in gales of giggles telling me to "knock it off!" very stern-like, which puts us over the edge in laughter. It's great! I love those times.
BTW - It looks like a hole a gun would have been shot out of from long ago. I figured that was what it was. Very cool.
I can assure you, that the strangest dream I have ever had is not suited for posted on a public blog (or comments section). I have seriously thought about seeking professional help after that one dream.
I can tell you the scariest dream I ever had... that was one where I held a big ol' gun in my hands, with my arms fully extended and the barrel pointing straight at my face... and then I started squeezing the trigger.
The shot never went off - I woke up just before it would have, and judging from my heartrate at the time, I guess I was lucky. Seriously! I think I might have suffered a heartattack had that shot went off.
I didn't sleep for the rest of that night, because I was so afraid the same dream would return.
I guess the strangest dream I ever had was one that kept recurring. In it, there was a lion in my driveway, and my aunt drove up, finally, and tossed some raw meat at it and ran into the house. There was some more stuff in the dream, but it is makes the story too long.
My wife and I had just moved into our new rental in Mobile. We learned from a neighbor that someone had been murdered in the house next door.
That night, I had a nightmare where someone was breaking into our house. I woke up. Or, I thought I woke up, and was laying there in the dark thinking, "whew, that was a scary nightmare," when all of a sudden I heard someone breaking in. Then, I woke up from THAT nightmare, or again, so I thought. I believe this went through about two more cycles before I REALLY woke up, and by then I didn't know what was real anymore. Somehow I figured out if I woke her up she might be able to bring me back to reality. It worked, but I'll be damned if I slept any more that night.
I once dreamt that squirrels were eating me alive.
Then there was the dream where a dead and blood dripping body fell out of my bathtub onto the floor.
Oh, then there was the one where sharks were eating my legs off.
Ah, good times, good times.
My DH has those "out loud" dreams. Usually, during harvest when they are pulling 24/7 hours for a couple of months straight to get the crops out of the field.
He'll be cursing and flailing his arms and talking about "I need another wrench" or "give me the ball-bearing grease" or "this F%$^ing Piece of $h!t, Son-of-[other explicatives]. I laugh. Sometimes I'll say "Here honey, is this the right wrench?" LOL!
He never remembers the next morning. Of course, he's a snore-er at times too. And, prior to sleeping he'll be all nice-ie nice, "Honey, just ask me to roll over..or, go to the couch."
During the snorefest? When, I kindly remind him of his offer I get totally "WTF! I'm trying to get some F!!!!ng sleep. I can't help it!! I'm not going to the [bleeeee] couch!.
The next morning, he's all blossom and roses and wonders why I'm glaring at him psychotically hateful and angry. "What's wrong with you Honey? Didn't sleep well?" Ahhh, I'm still a lucky girl. [They now make Ambien CR and have lots of great OTC aids too]
My dreams go from ho-hum, straight over the edge into the deep end. I wouldn't admit to anyone how strange and disturbing some of my dreams have been.
But I talk in my sleep like that too. I've told Clarke that:
1. We had to get out of the hole quick because IT was coming up from below...
2. The LION! was about to attack us!
3. There was a huge spider in the bed and he need to KILL IT!
and various assorted weird things. Braum doesn't sounds so bad now, does it?!
lovins,
fiwa
Now I'm dying to know what Braum meant too. Sometimes I wake myself up laughing, but I never remember why.
I can't think of a strangest dream...but I have recurring weird elements:
- flying around in a laundry basket
- naked with plastic baggies on my feet
- aiming a kickass gun on a monster & when I pull the trigger bubbles come out or it squeaks
my ex told me i used to yell out racial slurs in my sleep. i dont do it while awake, so i'm not quite sure what was going on.
Knight and jay have my vote. He wanted ice cream and some hot fudge sauce.
I still have vivid nightmares I can distinguish between reality and a dream. They usually take place in my bedroom or wherever I'm sleeping. So it seems real like someone is watching me. When I was a kid I dreampt I could fly. I still believe in some odd way if I could connect I could fly. I also dreampt the wicked witch was after me in my room when I was 3 or 4. I take my daughter's dreams seriously. They sound silly, but ya know what? To a 4 year old, it's serious business.
~Jef
I don't remember my dreams! :(
I remember almost every single dream I have, so to pick just one is really hard. I had some FUCKED UP dreams when I was pregnant...I dreamed about a lot of actors, but actors like Danny DeVito who were crawling around underneath restaurant tables licking my legs. LOL.
I don't really remember dreams although I do have one recurring dream. When the family was together one time we talked about dreams and it seems everyone in the family has this same recurring dream. You will all just have to wonder though because it is not the sort of thing to post on a public comments section.
As for waking Hoop up while he is having the dream, he probably still won't recall it.
I hope that you get a restful sleep tonight. Being woken in the night is awfully disturbing. I wouldn't have been able to sleep after that either.
When I was still living with my parents I had constant dreams of finding a dead body, turning it over to see the face, and it was me. After I moved out, I had dreams of being in rough shape but now I was alive and in the hospital. A recurring theme was finding myself at work wrapped in bandages and wearing one of those hospital gowns that show your butt. After several years, I had a dream that the nurse told me I was well enough to be released, and I've never had another such dream since. The dreams were disturbing, but it was pretty cool how they mirrored my progress.
The hubster tells me I talk in my sleep. He thinks it is "Cute" but he said he usually can't tell what it is I am saying.
i used to dream about my dead ex. that he was back from the dead and going to steal my baby girl away.
took me a long time after waking up to convince myself that he was really, truly dead and not able to hurt me or anyone else anymore.
wow. that was a downer.
I tossed around in my sliver of space, careful not to kick the dogs or Hoop.
Boy does THAT sound familiar. Just replace "dogs" with "cats." It's a real trip trying to turn over when you're pinned down between all the animals (that includes said male and the furry critters.) Foo has permission to wake me but, of course, he remembers his dreams usually, and they are some doozies!
Turtle
I just (well, sort of just) found out that I talk in my sleep. Well, mumble. My kids do it too. Is it genetic? Hmmm. I am now horrified at what I might be saying and so am relieved to be sleeping alone. (At least, that's what I tell myself...)
Was he just trying to warn you of an impending air potato?
I talk in my sleep all the time. And have Big Dreams. I could entertain you for days.
But my best story is ... once, when sleeping, PK actually HEADBUTTED me. Like a ninja. I woke him up and he had NO RECOLLECTION of the experience. We still joke about it to this day.
Consider yourself lucky to get off with a mere "BRAUM" warning. ;)
too funny; we had a similar but slightly less dramatic incident two nights ago. I had just fallen asleep and Rich was still up and reading. I yelled out "ONE!" and he answered back "TWO" which woke me up and got up talking about what I was dreaming about. All I could think about was I was doing the counting game with the kids, you know when they are in trobule? 1........2........3.....alright go to your room! it was funny.
All y'alls dreams make me laugh. I have books about dreams to interpret them? But, I never agree with the books.
The best dreams I have (fairly often, when I do sleep) are mind control. I can make myself levitate. I can pick a pencil up of the table with my mind and place it somewhere else.
I can flip a light switch with my mind. That kinda stuff. Pretty cool except I wake with a head ache.
Gotta go brush the Princess's hair so we can all get off to school!
Happy Friday!
the dog kicked me in the face last night...I am not all that wakeful myself
I'd a woke him up right away! I hate not knowing this stuff!
Hubby talks in his sleep, mostly in the early morning. I hardly ever get what he's saying.
He also holds his breath in his sleep and doesn't believe me.
I must admit most of the time when one talks in their sleep they don't remember it. I've atually gotten up and sat at the foot of the bed and I didn't remember it. I've woken up pointing at the ceiling yelling "what's that?" and my husband has to roll over and say umm honey it's OK you're seeing things. This all happenend especially when I was working really early in the morning (5:30am) and then going to rehersals for various shows till 11:00 at night and then repeating the whole thing over all week. Lack of sleep fueled my crazy talking in my sleep spells. I'm sorry to hear that you had such a hard night. but he probably really didn't realize what he did.
Alright sit down and get cozy this is going to take awhile.
My strangest dream ever and I remember in vivid detail is:
I was in the nurses' office in high school when the nurse couldn't get in touch with my Mom. The phone was disconnected. So I hopped on my bike and rode home. To my surprise my Mom had moved without telling me. So I rode down the rest of the street and found a moving truck outside an old Victorian house that was boarded up in places. There was someone in the top bedroom window throwing oranges at me. I couldn't get into the house through the door so I climbed through the kitchen window. My Mom was inside sitting at the table and on the table was a HUGE dark blue whale and she was eating it with a fork. All around here were stacks of huge moving boxes.
Then I woke up.
Back in college I told this dream to a professor in psych class. He told me I'm crazy. I told him I already knew that. =o)
I had dream two days ago that Max's first words were the chorus to a song. When I woke up I immediatly forgot what song it was... It's still fucking with me!
There is that British car called Brum. (http://www.brum.tv/)
I have had some messed up dreams. some x-rated, some that just leave me with the WTF feeling for the rest of the day.
When my lovely wife takes her sleeping pills we can have a coherent conversation and she wont recall it.
My daughter has started talking in her sleep. We're still trying to figure out what "flrmeeget wife" means.
1 - 2 - 3--Tag! Your it! Just kiddin' Okay, gotta' go fry shrimp and come back later to read your newest post!
Great idea for a blog....
I'll post my "Strangest Dream Ever" on my blog...
Now you've gone and done it. I may have to finish the saved draft of a post about the dream I had earlier in the week.
I don't remember most of my dreams, so it's hard to say which is the most bizarre. But this one has to be somewhere in the top 10! I'm not sure why I haven't succeeded in selling the movie rights. Yet.
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