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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The Night Shites
Yes you read it, the night shites.
Again, not me. I'm normal in my sleep apart from the odd "I Don't like bran flakes mum" and things like that.
Cue on a booze trip to a mates house for a party. Everyones pissed up and having a laugh, all go off to our respective bedrooms, couches etc.
I'm sleeping on the floor in ma sleepin bag in the spare room, curled up nice and cosy.
I get woken up about 2 hours later at about 5AM as the door opens, it's "Jeff" (absolutely MAD pissed up, real name not used as i dunno if he's a b3ta reader or not!). So he's stood in the doorway, i try talking to him, nothing. I think fine, and roll over and think about sleeping again.
Until...
"Jeff" comes in, drops trousers (as you do) and sits on the pile of bags in the corner of the room like he's about to take a dump...
Out of my bag springs me in my boxers, and im not a small chap, grab "Jeff" and take him to the loo, which was downstairs. Shove him in, and light up a smoke and grab another drink, me and my mate (owner of said house) absolutely PISSING ourselves at what we had just seen.
I tell you, there's nothing scarier than being woken up by a confused sleepwalking drunk about to shit all over your bags and everyone else's...
Length? Way he was sat would have been a big 'un.
( , Mon 27 Aug 2007, 4:16, Reply)
Yes you read it, the night shites.
Again, not me. I'm normal in my sleep apart from the odd "I Don't like bran flakes mum" and things like that.
Cue on a booze trip to a mates house for a party. Everyones pissed up and having a laugh, all go off to our respective bedrooms, couches etc.
I'm sleeping on the floor in ma sleepin bag in the spare room, curled up nice and cosy.
I get woken up about 2 hours later at about 5AM as the door opens, it's "Jeff" (absolutely MAD pissed up, real name not used as i dunno if he's a b3ta reader or not!). So he's stood in the doorway, i try talking to him, nothing. I think fine, and roll over and think about sleeping again.
Until...
"Jeff" comes in, drops trousers (as you do) and sits on the pile of bags in the corner of the room like he's about to take a dump...
Out of my bag springs me in my boxers, and im not a small chap, grab "Jeff" and take him to the loo, which was downstairs. Shove him in, and light up a smoke and grab another drink, me and my mate (owner of said house) absolutely PISSING ourselves at what we had just seen.
I tell you, there's nothing scarier than being woken up by a confused sleepwalking drunk about to shit all over your bags and everyone else's...
Length? Way he was sat would have been a big 'un.
( , Mon 27 Aug 2007, 4:16, Reply)
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