afternoon cat-scaring
So I always thought the whole thing people write where someone wakes up from sleeping wildly swinging out was the sort of overly-dramatic schtick only reserved for the realm of fiction. Apparently it happens, though, since I was taking a nap, sort of half-asleep, and having a half-dream about sparring. (There's a demo tonight for all the martial arts classes at the studio where I train, and I'll be doing some sparring and a couple other things.) I woke myself up by flailing my right arm out in sort of an arc, in a very spastic version of a block of some sort.
Scared the cat, too.
I've experienced sleep paralysis, which is pretty much the total opposite of a complete limb flail, and I've woken up with my fists clenched and my whole body rigid...so this was a first, and totally in opposition to what I'm familiar with.
So weird.