Ugh. More inside, please!

I think it goes with the territory.

My sometime sleeping partner arrives by launching himself at the bed if he gets a pang of angst or loneliness in the wee hours, and sometimes lands... inconveniently. For me. As far as I know, I'm fairly still in my sleep.

I have been on the business end of such nocturnal abuses, but I don't know if I dish them out as well. My husband is a giant of man and I am but a pea of a woman, so I could probably hit him as hard as I could and he still wouldn't know it. The contrary is not true, however. He flops onto his back and lets his arm drift lightly through the air as he does so and KAPOW! right into my chest/face/arm. I awake instantly and am in release the fucking Kraken mode, and I wake him up and tell him he has hit me. He mumbles some nonsense and never remembers in the morning. Fucker.

msali, I know the feeling. The difference is that I make sure he wakes up ... :-)
But then I've been known to indulge in some unintended GBH myself. Luckily, the bruises didn't show. Pot, meet Kettle.

I sleep so deeply that my wife could pummel me in the head and I'd never notice. I'm pretty sure that I have thwacked her on occasion but it's not like she could wake me up to tell me.

I've poked LT in the eye, elbowed him, and kicked. We fight over the covers while both deeply sleeping, and have a sophisticated language comprised entirely of aggrieved whimpers.

My dad tells a story about how my mother tackled him in bed one night.

"What are you doing???!!!" "I'm playing football"

Miko, have you and LT tried individual covers?

Maybe once I woke up when my boyfriend slipped into bed after a long night of maintenance, but I sleep rather deeply. We both also keep our limbs to ourselves, mostly.

Both of us thrash in our sleep. My sleep last night was shortened by an arm thwapped across my face, followed by him grappling with me and tangling in my hair. Talking to him about it this morning, he said. "I was trying to keep you from falling! ...well, in the dream."

It's worst when one accidentally gets the other with an elbow to the face. Both of us do it from time to time. So far, no suspicious-looking black eyes or anything, which is good.

Seconding brujita: my sleep patterns improved immensely when The Fella and I started using separate covers.

And yeah, we both sometimes deliver a solid sleep smack to the other, and I sometimes wake myself by punching th wall on my side of the bed. It's happily rare and about even on both sides, except that he's so big and powerfully built that when one of his sleep-punches connects, it's a doozy.

One night The Fella's thrashing woke me up just as he landed a solid punch on the side of my head, the kind where you see stars. I yelped and he sorta-woke, but he sank right back into punch-y sleep again. After a bit, I gave up on trying to wake him and on trying to sleep in range of his arms; I flipped my position, lying with my head at the foot of the bed, and drifted off...

... until, deep in monster-fighting dream state and all curled up, he kicked me in the stomach.

I spent the rest of that night on the sofa.

MetaChat: such nocturnal abuses!

My poor Bear is a very light sleeper and a tosser and turner, and has a thunderous snore too, so we are separate bedrooms for sleeping people except when traveling together, when I wear very good earplugs. (At home I do actually like listening to him snore through the wall.) Thus far no sleeping assaults when we are sharing a bed.