I pretty much always have them after a pull an all-nighter (either on a Uni assignment or to fix my sleeping pattern) and end up going to bed at like 8pm the following night or something, so I'm completely exhausted and sleep deprived. I'll wake up again 2-3 hours later at 10-11pm in the middle of a nightmare. And in a panicked state, I'll wander around my house deliriously. Maybe I'll go to the fridge to get something to eat or drink, or I'll just go downstairs and wander around.
I can never remember what the nightmare is, but they're very lucid nightmares considering I'm sleep-walking and have a patchy memory of sleepwalking the following morning. All I can remember is going between states of "it's a nightmare! You're dreaming! You're sleepwalking! Calm down! Go back to bed!" and "f***, f***, f***, f***" because whatever the nightmare is feels really bad. I feel like it's never anything strange though. It's always really serious, like I've lost my entire life savings, or I owe a drug cartel tens of thousands of dollars and they've kidnapped all my nieces and nephews and my siblings don't know who's stolen their kids, and it's all my fault. Again, I can't remember if it's that specifically, because I can't remember what happens in them. But I remember the feeling of when I'm sleep-walking around my house, and it's that level of panic and fear instilled in me, like a drug cartel has kidnapped my baby nieces and nephews and it's my fault.
My dreams on the other hand never make sense. I'll be digging on top of a giant blueberry muffin with Michelle Obama, searching for giant blueberries and talking to her about Sasha and Malia. Then I'll wake up and be like wtf
