Sleepwalking
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)
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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Hair product does funny things to me.
I was a brides maid at my best friends wedding, which neccesitated the use of gallons of hair product.
That night i went to sleep with the hair still held firmly in place, it had been a gruelling day and i couldnt be arsed washing it out right now.
I remember dreaming about my best friends creepy disgusting white trash uncles and warty aunties. and not a nice dream.
My (now ex)boyfriend had this to report in the morning. Apparently he tried a cuddle and i pushed him away and punched him repeatedly. He asked why i did this and i said "how do i know that your not a stranger?"
"but its me!" he argued.
"Exactly! how do i know your not a stranger!" was my retort.
Aside from this one time, which i firmly blame on hair product, ive never done anything interesting in my sleep.
( , Fri 24 Aug 2007, 14:13, Reply)
I was a brides maid at my best friends wedding, which neccesitated the use of gallons of hair product.
That night i went to sleep with the hair still held firmly in place, it had been a gruelling day and i couldnt be arsed washing it out right now.
I remember dreaming about my best friends creepy disgusting white trash uncles and warty aunties. and not a nice dream.
My (now ex)boyfriend had this to report in the morning. Apparently he tried a cuddle and i pushed him away and punched him repeatedly. He asked why i did this and i said "how do i know that your not a stranger?"
"but its me!" he argued.
"Exactly! how do i know your not a stranger!" was my retort.
Aside from this one time, which i firmly blame on hair product, ive never done anything interesting in my sleep.
( , Fri 24 Aug 2007, 14:13, Reply)
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