I sleep on my stomach.
Sorry, that’s the oddest thing that I know I do, and that’s barely odd at all.
I have to sleep with my feet just over the edge of the bed. Not sure why, maybe makes me feel taller.
I sleep in just my underpants. I have to sleep with them pulled down in the back, not sure why, exposing my buttocks. Not that weird, but even weirder is my g/f from about 10 years ago did the same thing.
I hate to say this Big Cheese, but that’s pretty weird. 
We always sleep with a window cracked open. Even in winter when it’s below zero. The bedroom (it’s not heated directly) often gets down to the mid 50’s F.
I sleep on a floormat, and don’t even own a bed.
I awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found myself transformed in my bed into a gigantic insect. I was lying on my hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when I lifted my head a little I could see my domelike brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. My numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of my bulk, waved helplessly before my eyes.
But I got better.
I almost always wear socks in bed. If I’m wearing pajamas, I tuck them into the socks to keep them from riding up my leg which annoys me. No matter how hot it may be I always have to have something covering me, even if it’s just a thin blanket. I wouldn’t be able to stand having part of me extending past the edge of the bed. I change position a lot during the night: left side, right side, front, and back. When on my side, I sometimes like to put a pillow between my knees to keep them from knocking together.
:eek: Laugh?! You think I’d *laugh * after this story? I’m horrified.
In answer to the OP: my biggest pet peeve in bed is when someone tucks the blankets under the mattress, like in hotel rooms. Uh-uh. The blanket has to be pulled out all the way, and either under my feet or lumped around my feet.Why?
Because I stick my feet out of the blanket periodically to equalize my temperature. My SO thinks this is hilarious, BTW.
Sorry for the double-post, but I just read this. Gah! Socks in bed make me claustrophobic. No matter how cold it is, I can’t wear them to bed.
I have to have near-total darkness. I can live with a generalized glow from the window - if the neighbor has left their porch light on I have to close the curtain - but I have to make sure that, for example, the charging light on my cell phone is covered or I can’t sleep.
If I sleep on my back, which is not uncommon, I have to throw my arm over my “eyes,” although because of the angle it’s acutally usually over my forehead. I often go to bed without any blanket and the sheet just over my lower legs, but then I wake up shivering about 2:00 AM and have to pull all the blankets up over me. I’ve also been known to punch in my sleep.
–Cliffy
I’m sort of like that too. I have to drape a towell over the light from my stereo, but only if I notice it. Otherwise, no problem. And I’ve had to live with security lights outside my apartment for so long that I now get a little weirded out if it’s *too * dark in my room.
I can’t have the covers touching my face or neck. Plus, I HAVE to be under a heavy comforter, even in the summer. Also, I laugh in my sleep. And I’m not talking little giggles - I’m talking full-on belly laughter and the occasional cackle. Scares the crap out of my husband.
If I’m sleeping with someone whose bum is not covered, for whatever reason, I can’t resist the urge to bite them on the butt about 2 am (or whatever time constitutes late in the night). Not hard enough to draw blood; just hard enough to scare them into always covering it with underpants, pyjamas, or something.
[sub]This may account for some of the previous responses in this thread – my apologies[/sub]
This happened to me with a tiny fly. Have you any idea how loud a tiny fly sounds in your ear? It was like a nest of bees were in there.
It wasn’t in there long, and it came out very dead. The horror of it was my first attempt at clawing it out only pushed it in further.
I…ahem…grope Mrs. Gaffer several times a week in the middle of the night. It generally consists of me grinding up against her while I frantically grope her breasts while pulling her panties off. It continues for about a minute before I roll over and “fall back asleep.”
I (seriously) have no memory of these episodes.
At least the Mrs. thinks it is kind of cute.
I can’t fall asleep laying on my back. I have to be laying either on my stomach or my side. When I was a kid, one of my three older sisters told me that if you sleep on your back, a witch can land on your chest and keep you from breathing. It developed into a habit that continues to this day.
I also like to have either light or noise when I’m by myself. It doesn’t really matter which one, as long as I’ve got one of them.
Peace - DESK
I need absolute silence and dark to fall asleep. Even on the hottest nights, I need a blanket to fall asleep. I stick my feet out of the covers. I’ve tossed and turned so much in the night, that almost all my covers end up on the floor and my PJs turn into a straight jacket.
I sleep with the TV on. Makes for interesting dreams influenced by the dialog, and I assimilate some of the news before I wake up. On the other hand, I remember more about inane Saturday morning cartoons than I need to. (What the hell kind of name is ‘WINX Club,’ anyway?)
I talk. Actually, I apparently lecture. People like to listen, and I once woke up my SO while spooned by talking about Torts. Luckily, we shared a professor.
Lately I’ve been falling asleep with one arm folded over the pillow so that my hand is on my forehead. I have no idea why, I’m just more comfortable that way.
I guess I won’t be sleeping with you! 
I have to have noise to fall asleep and I always sleep butt nekkid!