A couple of years ago I was having a nightmare and was being frightened by a crazed Ainsley Harriot.
I hit out at him and woke up with a painful hand where I had punched the bedside mini chest of drawers.
Last night I was Glen Hoddle in the 70's playing for England at Wembley.
I'd found myself in open space about 30 yards from goal.
I received a short pass and I ran forward stretching to reach the ball and hitting it first time.
A beautiful shot smashed into the top corner of the goal. Aaaarrrgghh.
I woke up having volleyed the chest of drawers underneath the bedroom window to the side of the bed.
Wow did my big toe hurt (still hurting now lol).
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Then I woke up and it had been the train guard letting me know we had reached the terminus!
Only the other night it happened whilst I was recovering from a really bad back... So this cramp starts shooting down my leg (which usually results in me sitting up and trying to get out of bed to stretch it), only this time my back is stopping from sitting up properly so had to deal with the pain from both.
Spoiler alert: Joke has been used at least three times before on CL by me, but i don't care.
I woke up on the bedroom floor with quite a lot of blood dripping from my chin. After a moment of panic, I found the tiniest cut imaginable and the bedside cabinet drawer-handle was broken off.
I remember one - been married about three months and the wife (now ex wife) hadn't experienced any of this before. She'd hung a picture over the bed that day and it must have been on my mind, because I woke her up in the middle of the night whispering (for some reason) not to move because there was glass on her chest. Apparently I said it in such an urgent tone that she shat herself and lay there for 30 seconds before punching me awake and calling me a c***. I also once shouted out "FUCKING BARBECUE SAUCE, ON PIZZA?" totally at random, and sleepwalked out of my flat in Reigate, down the stairs and out into the communal gardens, when I 'woke up' I was standing in my pants in the middle of the grounds without a key to get back in. That was a fun 5 minutes ringing every buzzer at 3 in the morning...