I heard a doorbell. Not mine; I don't have one. It was a really clear "DING-dong!" that woke me right up.
I used to be woken up by knocking (three knocks) as I was falling asleep. Every night for a couple of years. My roommates thought I was crazy when it first started happening because I was always checking the door.
This information may be helpful, ita: [link]
At first I thought that would be info about me getting someone into my bed. Clever wikipedia!
But that's all about sleeping and near sleep. I just twitch. More when I'm lying down, but I twitch. Oh, maybe I could get that profane Tourette's. That's be...wait, no, not cool.
It was really fucking annoying. At least I didn't have to get up, though. I just had to wake up enough to remember that I really don't have a doorbell that sounds like that.
I've been known to twitch while I'm awake. For a variety of reasons.
Twitching is one of the symptoms that I've spent too much time with my relatives.
So the slounging sort of smooths out the wrinkles?
As far as I can tell! When you're slounging, you can make a lot of movements seem like you meant to do that. Like a cat. And maybe slounging does help with all kinds of wrinkles, because I'm still getting carded like a high schooler.
Fandom got you down??
Not at the moment, really! Right now I'm mostly twitchy from work boredom.
After a while, I'd jsut hear the knocks and half wake up and think, "There's the knocking." and fall asleep. One of my friends thought I was totally having a psychotic break, since I was so accepting of it.
shrift, have you read the latest f_w explosion about those people who were deeply obnoxious during a HP gift exchange?
But that's all about sleeping and near sleep. I just twitch. More when I'm lying down, but I twitch. Oh, maybe I could get that profane Tourette's. That's be...wait, no, not cool.
Hmm, I thought maybe you might be deeply relaxed OR sleep-deprived or have PLM, but now I bet it's just ita's crazy body (TM).
Ghosts.
Unles it's ghosts that follow a person around, no. Because it started in Vancouver and continued when I moved back to Nova Scotia. It didn't matter where I slept, it almost always followed me.
You can have dreams as you are drifting off to sleep. I think these were a form of that.
Speaking of dreams, I dreamt that I was in a garden of beautiful roses (no thorns) that had white petals with the edges tipped pink. I was very mad at my cat for waking me up from this garden.