I woke up this morning with the word "arvoed" floating around. Just repeating itself: "arvoed...arvoed...arvoed...she ardvoed something".

No clue what it means. Taking suggestions.

All. The. Time.

I dislike it.

I remember once sleeping over at a friends house in high school and she woke up in the middle of the night, and sat up, obviously upset. I asked her what was wrong and she said "I keep dreaming of tools upon shelves," then she went back to sleep. She never remembered that this happened but we both found it an equal mix of odd, funny and disturbing.

After the man who ran the Silent Movie theater in LA was killed, I woke up saying "Jose Marti" and thought that was the guy who killed him...then I found out he was a Cuban revoulutionary claimed by both sides.

I do this sometimes, usually after I have had insufficient & interrupted sleep for a few nights in a row. I once came out of a dream about our cat saying ‘he looks like the kind of cat that would knock things over’—how right I turned out to be.

Fuzzbean—arvo is an Australianism for afternoon: I’ve never heard it used as a verb, though.

It bothers me more while I fall asleep in the middle of talking. Like last night, I was reading our lad his nighttime story and went into an explanation of how Little Rabbit Runaway and the duckies are really friends, and that when he jumped out from behind the reeds he was only really trying to surprise them, and not scare them in any real sense. The next thing I know, when I snapped out of dozing off, I'm talking about how certain duckies breed further away from the water. I've spent a lot of time trying to reconstruct how i got from the one point to the other, unsuccessfully. My wife, who happened to be in the room at the time, merely noted that I had started talking more and more slowly, and paid no more attention than she usually would to my gibberish, and so could not reconstruct the course of my argumentation, so to speak, as i was drifting off.

Happens all the time. I think the worst (but also the most vivid) one was a song sung by arm-sized maggots. I can't remember the lyrics, but the tune was annoying as hell.

I usually wake up with music in my head. No lyrics, just instrumental snippets.

Fuzzbean: Arvo Pärt?

One might keep a notebook by the bedside, to write down each and every bit of this morning malarkey for future use.

arvoed is the past perfect tense of "to aardvark"

I hope this helps.

My girlfriend does this all the time, but it's as she's drifting off to sleep, and she actually vocalizes her thoughts. I actually tried to respond to her until I realized what was happening.

Some highlights:
* [insistently] "We have to go to algebra!"
* [pointing at the wall] "Wasn't it funny when you thought that shirt was mine?" (This was an early one, and I actually tried to ask her what she meant. She just continued pointing at the wall and repeated it. I was all HUH?)
* "MO-OOOOOOM!"
* "I don't want to do that!"

And, just last night, the kitten was getting in her face and trying to nibble. She half woke up and said "What time is it?" I said "10:30." She said "It's way too early for this; Loki, get out of my face."

Bedtime is gobs of fun.


I do wake up occasionally with dream remnants at the front of my consciousness, but I usually only remember it happening, not what I was thinking.

You go to bed so early that you can *wake up* at 10.30pm, mike? Holy crap, we've usually just finished dinner around then and are settling in to watch a movie or something.

I wasn't sleeping. I usually am up till 11:30 or so. We get up before 6 so no late nights during the week for us, I'm afraid.

I like it when that happens. Write it down, use the mantra juju!

I once heard a dream band play a dream song that went:

We got to touch a mongoose
We got to touch a mongoose
We got to touch a mongoose
That used to be alive.

Apparantly I once walked in to my mother's bedroom (I was around 12) and said "Thank you for the dimes." Then turned around and went back to bed. No idea about that one.
Usually I wake up with current songs in my head. I really need to write these down again.