half-consciousness

I must have fainted, for that's all I remember until a strange period of half-consciousness in which I was aware of women's voices muttering, and hands working on my body with what I suppose was grease or ointment, and being given a drink, and the pain ebbing from my head.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

It was too disagreeable a reminder of those long nights in hospital when he had struggled in restless half-consciousness against irrational terrors and half-understood fears.

She Closed Her Eyes 2010

After a long day of schvitzing in the humid Illinois air, the endless quiet arpeggios of their Kid A/Amnesiac/Hail to the Thief/In Rainbows period lulled me into a state of half-consciousness, interrupted only by the yakking of drunks wearing free MySpace bandanas.

Lollapalooza 08 Friday: Humidity + Radiohead = sleeeeepy | EW.com 2008

Runt all the while lay tipsy in the carriage, having only a dreamy half-consciousness of all that was going on.

The Memoires of Barry Lyndon 2006

Whereupon he breathed, "Thank you, " in her ear and lapsed into warm half-consciousness on top of her, breathing heavily.

A Breath of Snow and Ashes Gabaldon, Diana 2005

But there was between the cousins another far less obvious antipathy — coming from the unseizable family resemblance, which each perhaps resented; or from some half-consciousness of that old feud persisting still between their branches of the clan, formed within them by odd words or half-hints dropped by their elders.

In Chancery 2004

He had lived hitherto in unruffled calm, as though in drunken half-consciousness, knowing neither grief nor joy, and now he was suddenly aware of a dreadful pain in his heart.

The Schoolmistress and other stories 2004

It seemed to him that the greatest happiness attainable would be to creep into some dark, warm corner, out of the sight and memory of men, and lie there torpid, with a blessed half-consciousness that death was slowly overcoming him.

New Grub Street 2003

After a few more miles—head pounding, ribs that seemed to puncture his lungs, vomit-stench thick in his nostrils, he willingly let himself drift into half-consciousness.

Betrayed! Patricia Calvert 2002

After a few more miles—head pounding, ribs that seemed to puncture his lungs, vomit-stench thick in his nostrils, he willingly let himself drift into half-consciousness.

Betrayed! Patricia Calvert 2002