<laughing> This is when I go sleep on the couch or stairs, when I’m sharing a bed with someone... or ...remove absolutely everything within lurching distance that could be used as a weapon if I’m by myself or not.
It’s been awhile since I had to do either.
My lesser versions have had my Rx’able family feeding or jabbing me morphine in my sleep when I’m at theirs (apparently I look/sound quite pained) on one end of the spectrum; or annoy the bejazus out of my teenage son (You’re a giant cat/dog/creature thing. Just twitching! And lashing out. And LOUD. Stop it.) but amuse the hell out of everyone else, on the other end.
Most commonly in nightmare cycles, though, I just WAKE UP! drenched in sweat/swear. No one but me the wiser to my dreaming.