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[apocalypsos]

Last night, I sat down on the edge of the bed to do something, keeled over, and went right to sleep. I seriously don't think normal people have this sort of narcoleptic reaction to bedding, even if it is bedding. And I've done this before, too ... just sat right down on a bed and fallen asleep as soon as I've put butt to bedspread.

I suppose there are worse bedtime habits I could have, though, like sleepwalking through small villages and sacrificing their goats to Cthulhu or voting conservative or something. My first college roommate once told me that one night I sat bolt upright in bed in my sleep and screamed at the top of my lungs. I don't even want to know what that dream entailed, but I imagine it had something to do with a garden hose shoved up my nose with the other end attached to a cement mixer full of prune juice.

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best book on sleep

[slashfairy.livejournal.com]

The Promise of Sleep by Dr. William Dement, co-founder of the Stanford Sleep lab and founder of the National Sleep Foundation. available on alibris, used, from small booksellers. worth every frickin' penny, says the woman who worked 21 years of night shift.

[katiger.livejournal.com]

The spiders... they want me to tap-dance! I don't want to tap dance, they're making me.

[kearie.livejournal.com]

I talk in my sleep, which I think is worse. I don't think I have any mortal enemies at the moment, but when can one ever really tell?

[teleute12.livejournal.com]

I've never done that...

But, one morning after I'd been getting about 3-4 hours of sleep a night for the past week (it was finals, and I was trying to make up for a whole module's lack of studying), my mom came to wake me up for school and says that I sat bolt upright and started talking gibberish. All I remember is waking up to her not-quite-yelling at me.

[erinlin.livejournal.com]

That's the funniest thing I've read all day. Thanks, I needed that! ^_^

[blackgarden.livejournal.com]

like sleepwalking through small villages and sacrificing their goats to Cthulhu

I had that problem for the longest time. The solution is to bind your ankles with rosary beads and annoint your doorway with ground sage and the saliva of a baby lamb. It's actually more of a hassle to get the lamb spit cuz the babies are all wriggly and "maaa, maaa". It's almost easier to just kill the goats, or even to kill the lamb as well as the goats, and after wrestling with the lamb you'll think that's rather a fine idea. But in the end, if you value your eternal soul as well as the fate of the human race, you should take the extra time to do the sage-and-spit thing.

[opportunemoment.livejournal.com]

Ooh! Another person who falls asleep on beds! I did that a lot at uni last year. At home my bed is waaay up off the ground, so I don't sit on it, but at uni it was a) at sitting height and b) almost the only sitting surface I had, and I was constantly sitting on it to put my socks on and waking up warm and comfortable and rested but very, very late for something.

I've only talked in my sleep once or twice and I dunno what I said other than I think it was about bananas. anotherusedpage, on the other hand, once got out of bed at my house, crossed the room carrying her duvet and without knocking over any of the cans of paint/still wet chest of drawers, curled up on my beanbag, and then woke up and screamed because she didn't know where she was. It was really, really funny.