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Sep. 17th, 2004 07:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosLast 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.
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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Date: 2004-09-17 08:47 am (UTC)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.