
A friend of mine once cooked an entire meal for two in her sleep, ate the lot and washed-up before going back to bed.
She has also awoken to find herself naked, on a fire escape in Fulham, confronted by two burly - and not to mention excitable - officers of the Metropolitan Police.
She doesn't even live in Fulham.
( , Wed 22 Aug 2007, 22:21)
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I went to bed slighty the worse for wear, but in no way completely blotto. After a satisfyingly farty nights sleep I awoke to the a slight sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Had I really, no I'm sure I didn't, but then maybe......"
Fairly convinced I had relieved myself in my sleep into my, full, bin it was with some trepidation that I peered into it's tissue infested (I had a cold ok)depths only to confronted with..... complete dryness.
"How queer" I thought, "I must have dreamt the entire episode.
The next night I happily dived under my He-Man duvet (I was 19 and struggling with girls, hmm) and dropped off to sleep. again I awoke the next day with a sense of foreboading. So once again I checked the bin and this time found it half full with worryingly brown piss.
Some kind of delayed drunkedness or the power of a subconscience bladder, who knows and frankly who cares. Luckily the spunk tissues soaked most of it up....
( , Thu 23 Aug 2007, 16:25, Reply)
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