So I get back from a frustrating and tiring Potholes tournement to have this happen to me.
  I am sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in my lap watching a little TV before going to bed.  Start to doze off and immediately start dreaming about fishing.  Pitch my jig to the majically beaver hut, ( Rob know's which one I am referring to), and suddenly, doink doink doink, bite.  I proceed to set the hook in my dream.  Only to wake up right at that moment to have a bowl of popcorn thrown across the room and my wife looking at me with the " What the Heck was that all about".  Talk about combat fishing.  Not only did I have to fight thru all the bushes Rob and I went thru, but popcorn to boot.

Mark

That is funny stuff, Mark!

My butt was kicked, too.

Yeah, Kirk, I think I was driving into Seattle at about 8 

Mark,

I know what you mean that happened to me last year in bed. Set the hook and my wife jumped up and said was she good looking? I said no I was setting the hook on a toad and fell back to sleep.

Yea that wind was brutal on the way back in but didn't have any problems with it since we were tucked back in tight. Just couldn't get two 5+ to eat our baits in the last hour to fill the limit. Would have loved them both for 25lb and a bigger check but thats the way it goes.

Yea Carlos you are one good poker player you lucky dog.
Russ

I just read this...funny. Now here's the dangerous side and a story to go with....

Saturday after fishing the NW Bass in Tri-cities, we leave and I am flying home because I have to grab Carlos and leave to go to Astoria for the Sturgeon trip. Of course I'm beat and frustrated again with my 6th poor performance of the year (seems to be a trend??). I have the cruise set at 70 mph and have already dozed off into the "Wake your @ss up!" part of the road several times. You know, the lined edge that makes all the noise.

So I'm fighting it again thinking to myself "put a dip in, harder to fall asleep." I see a van up ahead of me aways (I find out later she was doing 50mph). The eyes close and open several times. I guess they closed for too long this time because I open them and am like 15-20 yards behind the van and closing  in way fast. I had to slam the brakes and moved in the right shoulder to avoid sitting in the van with them. Dangerous! Here's the funny part...

I had a huge milkshake before we left and drank about half. The shake was sitting on the center console between us. It flies forward and all over Mark's shoe who had just awoke as I slam the breaks, startling the heck out of him. So he wakes up to almost slamming a van, and having a shake dump all over his shoe. it was hilarious!! I was awake after that...