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You’re supposed to be using your powers
I have night terrors occasionally.
The other night I was dreaming of stomping on someone, and I woke up just smacking the wall with my foot. Had a limp for the day lol… Happens occasionally.
For me it’s running. Any time I need to run I feel like I’m trying to sprint though a pool of molasses.
I get this too, also when I try to talk and it feels like my mouth is full of cotton wool.
I can never scream or dial 911…so frustrating.
I do know a way around this but you have to be at least mildly aware you are in a dream. I once punched a cement wall in a lucid dream expecting it to crumble to pieces. It did not, because I was expecting a reaction from the environment to the forces I was exerting on it. But there is no environment, and thus no reaction. The wall you arm everything is just the dream. The trick is to visualize the wall exploding when you punch it and then it happens. Or to take it a step further realize that you only need to visualize the wall exploding and it will.
There is no spoon.
I don’t need to punch hard in my dreams if I dream that I have a BFG.
Big Fucking Giant?
Big fuckin gun
Barking Feral Goat.
Butt fartin’ gal
On the other hand, the (God-) hand is way more powerful than even that:-).
Be glad you can’t, and that you don’t have the super power of moving in your sleep to a large degree.
I can punch full speed in my dreams, and then hit things in the waking world. Luckily, I’ve also got some kind of “radar” that excludes people that sleep with me on a regular basis, and animals that do the same. I’ve never punched a dog or cat, nor my chicken when we fall asleep together for a nap.
Never punched a partner unless they tried to grab me when that’s going on.
It’s not a fun thing. I also don’t talk about it much outside of support groups because some ninny usually has to offer advice like I never thought to look into ways of fixing it. Don’t be that ninny, if you’re thinking of it.
I have broken some shit over the years, including wall paneling, a headboard, multiple lamps, a window, plus stuff that falls off of headboards and shelves close enough to get shaken by the impact.
Ain’t PTSD fun?
my chicken when we fall asleep together for a nap
Let’s begin with this… go on…
Oh, she’s a little cutie pie. Pad trained (mostly) and she loves cuddles when she’s sleepy.
She’ll hop up on the bed, where her pad is laid out, then preen a little. Then she comes over to me and nestles in to my side, wiggling her little butt, then she’ll take a nap. That’s if I’m already asleep. My wife has watched it happen a goodly number of times lol
Sometimes, she’ll see and hear me yawning and start trilling and do the same little routine, but she’ll also peck lightly at my arm or whatever to get me into position. When she was younger, she’d want my arm over her; not touching, but over.
When I’m not showing signs of being sleepy, she will.
She paces back and forth a little, fluffing up and trilling until I pay her attention. Then she’ll waggle her tail and bok at me until I settle into position so that she can either lay up against my side, or against my arm. Then she’ll purr a bit. If I don’t lay my head down, she’ll peck at my arm until I do. But once my head’s down, she settles in and drops off. Since my old ass can usually nap at any time, I tend to drowse a little even when I’m not tired, just because it’s easier than doing stuff that might wake her up.
This damn bird lol. Between her and the rooster, who is not allowed on the bed when he’s inside the house, there’s always something going on.
Lmao! I’m writing this, and she’s in the living room with my kid. I hear a loud pweep! that is a chicken sneeze, followed by my kid going “awwwwwuuughh! She sneezed in my mouth!” Well, if you didn’t keep trying to kiss her, your face wouldn’t get hit.
I can’t say I’d recommend chickens as pets across the board; they’re messy and more expensive than you’d think, and they take a good bit of work. But mine are worth it. If you’d told me at this time in 2023 that by this time in 2025, I’d allow a chicken in my house at all, I’d have told you you were crazy. But a few months later, the hen that was actually a rooster had come along, and then the actual hen, and here we are, creeping up on two years of chickening, and happy with it.
Damn that sounds peaceful.
It really is.
I’d legit cuddle that pig too though
Have you tried actually following random strangers with no identifiable credentials unsolicited advice on your health and well-being? Like have you really tried?
Personally, I think you can get rid of this behavior by punching yourself in your dreams as hard as you can. I don’t see anyway that this could harm you and it will instantly solve your problems because I’m a super genius and you should listen to me.
Don’t be that ninny
I’ll do what I want! Lol cheers, PTSD fucking blows. I’m not violent but I always wake up in a panic, no matter what the situation is. Jolt up with a sharp breath every morning and then sit there doing breathing exercises for 20 minutes
I feel you :)
Okay, there’s actually a speculated reason for this: while you’re dreaming, your body is paralyzed but your brain is not. When you go into fight-or-flight when you’re dreaming, your brain starts trying to take sensory input from both your dream self and your real self. As a result, your brain is receiving mixed signals: your arm is moving and it’s not moving; you’re successfully controlling your arm but you can’t control your arm. The result is that it feels like it takes a significant amount of effort to move your arm, and your arm moves slowly.
My own personal experience seems to support this: if I casually run or hit something in a dream, then it happens as expected. If I’m in fight-or-flight mode, then my actions occur in slow motion. However, I got lucky and became lucid during one such moment, and decided to try consciously focus on just moving my dream arm, and I was no longer moving in slow motion.
I used to have dreams all the time that I was being attacked or chased and could not fight back effectively. In some, they were full on night terror territory, where I’d be crying out, and others could not wake me.
Then the weirdest thing happened – for a very brief period I did boxing as fitness (instead of like, actually boxing). And I discovered that I can actually throw a hard punch (you know, when I’m prepared for it and have my hands wrapped and am wearing boxing gloves).
But for some reason that knowledge broke my suspension of disbelief as it relates to dreams. If something attacks me in my dreams, I know that the inability to punch means I’m dreaming, so I semi-lucidly just wake up now. If something seems too shitty to be to true, my brain just pulls the escape hatch and I wake up.
