Where is the most interesting place you've fallen asleep?
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Maybe you know the feeling of struggling to stay awake. Maybe you can feel yourself looking at someone cross-eyed and heavy lidded.
I fell asleep sitting on a chairlift. They laid on the horn and slowed down the chair a little too late for me to hop off, and round the lift shack and down the hill I went, still on the chair. At least I had the bar down!
I also fell asleep on the back of a Suzuki Marauder with my hands stuffed into my boyfriend’s front jean’s pockets. He had no idea I was asleep until I dead weight leaned on him at the stoplight at the bottom of the mountain grade. I am lucky to have survived that 30-mile nap. I don’t share that story often, as I am aware of how dangerous and crazy that one was.
What about you?
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In a clothes drier and in the bath tub.
@talljasperman At 6’5” I assume the dryer wasn’t recently? Care to give details?
@GloPro I had a GF fall asleep on the back of my Kaw. 500 Mach III. Her helmet clunked against mine and that woke her up. Dangerous.
I fell asleep on numerous commuter trains in Japan. I’d wake up and do the “where am I?” dance.
I passed out on a gurney after vomiting 2 quarts of blood and just like on TV with attendees in the ER screaming at me to stay awake while they rushed me into the operating theater…I remember thinking all I want to do is sleep and then fade to black. Where I went and where I finally woke up is another story.
In my own shit when I was a baby.
On a couch in the middle of a huge indoor flea market in Berlin.
On a train, under the seats. We were on a trip and I had went to the dining car to watch a movie. When I went back to my seat after the movie, I found my cousin laying across both our seats. Rather than wake her up, I curled up on the floor under the seats and went to sleep.
It wasn’t that it was so interesting a place to fall asleep, but the results were breathtaking.
I once fell asleep on I-75 in the wee hours of a summer morning in 1978 when I was in a car on the way to Florida, and about an hour north of the FL / GA line. That wasn’t so interesting in itself; who hasn’t fallen asleep on a long, boring car ride? The interesting thing was that… I was driving at the time, and was still pushing 70 mph as I lost consciousness.
I crossed over into the grassy median, where the rough surface at high speed woke me up – quickly! – but I attempted to oversteer back onto the road, and ended up doing a huge donut in the wet grass, back across the southbound lanes, then rolled the car into a 12’ deep drainage ditch, landing on the car’s wheels, and with the broken glass of the windshield sprinkling down into my lap. (I can still remember every minute of that roll; it seemed to last forever.)
Fortunately, since it happened around 2 AM on a weeknight, there was no other car involved in my wreck, and even more fortunately (for me) I walked out of the car uninjured (even though I had not been wearing a seatbelt). A trucker who had been about a mile behind me and watched my lights gyrate across the road had pulled over to the side of the road by the time I exited my vehicle. He had already radioed the GA state police—and then contacted a wrecker for me after he made sure that I was uninjured.
It wasn’t a great way to make a first impression on my new boss, as I had been traveling to start a new job in Florida the next day. So I ended up being a day late…
Ah, yeah. Fun times.
Once in the basement while waiting for laundry. It’s one of those basements that is nothing but a basement; concrete on the floor and walls, and wooden beams on the ceiling, all grotesquely decorated with pipes and wires, as if the abominable creation of a madman. And it smells down there. Like real bad, especially in Spring.
I thought that, while I was at it, I would put some order in the basement. Was a bit of a mess down there. There are two couches down there, I sat down in one while scoping out the place to see what I would work on, but then I just fell asleep. Woke up about 40 minutes later, lying on my side but with my legs still in the sitting position.
My military camp.
Both interesting a heartbreaking, given the fact that it was winter, my room was always noisy, some people used their mobile phones all night (producing several small but annoying lights), the teacher walked around to check if all students are asleep with a strict policy to drag every noisy student out in the cold air, the beds were made of steel, and this nuisance happened (a a result I had to sleep alone, in the dark…)
I fell asleep on the summit of Sgurr Alastair the highest peak in the Cuillins of Skye. I was exhausted having come up the Great Stone Shute and we rested in the sunshine on the summit to take in the amazing view. Within ten minutes I started to nod off.
Underneath a chair in a hospital waiting room.
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