My girlfriend will attack me at times, but its more of a jumping on me and touching me in fun places.
haha that hilarious and frightening at the same time. My wife talks in her sleep sometimes. Its usually nonsense like "whaaaat did you do wiiiiiith the haaaaaiiiir baskeeeeetttt?". To which I'd reply "what the hell's a hairbasket?". It's usually short-lived though, I can only get in about 5 questions before she starts waking up telling me to "STFU".
My girlfriend reacted like that once. She was also screaming something finding women's underwear in my coat pocket. What an overreaction.
I did that to the wife once. We have a problem with our cats jumping on our faces in the middle of the night, little bastards. One night it must have been happening a lot, I must have felt a cat on my face and the first thing I did in my half-awake state was to lash out and start squeezing the first thing my hands got a hold of - it just so happened to be her throat. She woke up, and she wasn't too impressed, to say the least.
Feign sleep and when she comes to kiss your forhead, mutter something about her sister's ass. Emotional attacks FTW.
She didn't remember any of it. She didn't believe me when I told her about it. She said that all she remembers is being scared. We've been laughing about it all day. I tend to see strange things when I sleep. One night, I must have woken up a little, my wife said I sat up and yelled "What the fuck is that", while looking at the doorway. So I get her back from time to time
I'm going to put that in my letter to Santa. I'll be sure to specify "from the wife" and not from the fat man.
I do all sorts of crazy shit in my sleep. In the summer my wife and I would sleep in the basement to get away from the heat. I had gone to bed early and was dreaming (I guess) the there was a fire in the house. as she was coming done the stairs, I was dreaming that she was coming down to the fire, proceeded to get out of the bed meet her at the bottom of the stairs and started screaming (more shirking) at the top of my lungs about a fire. She hit me, I woke up and we both spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what happened...
Sleep yelling is about the limit in our house. But early on we had some doozies. Back when I thought she was this quiet, shy, never says anything girl I woke up in the middle of the night to her screaming at the top of her lungs, "GOD DAMN IT YOU FUCK! I'M GONNA" mumbles something under her breath, "AND SHOVE IT IN THE BALD SPOT!" I hunkered down on the other edge of the bed and lay there awake for a while until she woke up and asked me why I looked so scared. She told me she'd been dreaming that the Rock had attacked her mom and that's what she had said to him, but she couldn't remember what the middle part was supposed to be. Then there's the time I screamed out, "ALL RIGHT! LET'S ROCK!" And then I started making drum noises. What can I say, sometimes the rock (music, not the wrestler) just takes me. Even in my sleep.
