So what can you sleep through, noisewise?
Last night, my son fell asleep in the living room, and someone in the kitchen knocked, crashing it to the floor, then knocked over a broom. All this noise a few feet from my son-didnt even move.
I’ve slept through thunderstorms before though.
That would read, knocked a Glass over.
Mrs. Pluto sleeps next to a world-class snorer every night. As long as she gets to sleep first she doesn’t hear it. Fortunately, I like to read in bed and she falls asleep quickly.
I used to wake at slight noises in the night. Then we had kids. I discovered an unwritten rule that the one who woke up had to deal with whatever the kid wanted. At first I only pretended to be asleep so Mrs. Pluto would have to get up. After a little practice, though, I could actually sleep right through most late-night interruptions.
Unfortunately, in a cruel payback, Mrs. Pluto has designated me as the one the (now teenage) children should wake when they get home from their weekend activities. Now she and my daughter get to laugh the next morning about how incoherent I was.
Once I am asleep I can sleep through just about anything.
When I was in college and lived in a dorm I had the good fortune of having a roommate that could also sleep through anything.
Our room came to be known as the 24-party room. People would hang our in our room playing music, games, computer, etc., and when Mike or I got tired we would just go to sleep. It was expected that the last one out would close the door behind them. If I can sleep through 8 drunk college students playing Doom three feet away, I can likely sleep through anything. I also had no problem sleeping at Burning Man.
On the other hand, if it is the right kind of noise I wake up instantly. Once when married, my ex heard a noise that worried her. All she did was put her hand on my arm and whisper my name in a concerned tone; I was immediately wide awake.
Does anyone remember when someone set off a bomb in Lincoln Center in NYC, mid-to-late 70’s? I was in a hotel right across the street, slept through the whole thing. I was preteen at the time. I was with my sister, and she asked me in the morning what I thought about the explosion. “What explosion?” I says. Unfortunately, I don’t sleep quite so soundly nowadays. Except, of course, when my alarm is going off.
Once, I slept on the floor of a dorm room while in the Air Force. In this room, probably about 8X10 in size, there were furniture items, four guys playing bomberman, and a bunk bed. When people would come in or out, the door would smash me on the head. I never woke up once.
OK, I thought I would have you all beat, but the headsmash and the bomb are giving me a run for the money.
I slept through, and under, a dogfight.
I had come home from Russia and was staying at my mother’s for a week or so before returning to DC. I’d had a late night and passed out on the couch. My Boston Terrier Pluggy (who lived with Ma) had come in from morning walkies and burrowed under the blankets with me. Honey, the other dog of the house, still had business to attend to so Ma took her back outside.
Enter Ma and Honey from walkies. Honey comes running into the living room and jumps on the couch, landing dead on Pluggy, asleep under the covers.
Pluggy hates being woken up and comes out from under the blanket ready to wreak holy vengeance. All hell breaks loose and Ma’s screaming her head off trying to separate the two and get them off the couch.
Me? Hell, I’m the boxing ring. Never even stirred. Absolutely no idea what the hell Ma was talking about when she asked me about it later, when I got up.
I fell asleep on the phone alot and I would sleep right through the lady saying “your phone is off the hook please hang it up” and all the loud buzzing noises.
- Usually * I’m the one prowling around the house because I’ve heard a noise, anyone heard the joke about the guy who finally stops a burglar in his house and tells the guy to hold still, when the crook asks why, the guy replies, ‘I’ve just got to get your picture, Marge has been waiting for you for twenty years!’
But, after this episode, I stopped my prowling. I had bought a HUGE Christmas tree, my kids kept teasing, I ought to tie it to the ceiling, or it would never stay up all night. I laughed it off, but it turned out to be no joke. It came crashing down in the middle of the night, breaking all of the glass ornaments, shards of brightly colored glass were EVERYWHERE the next morning. I decided that if I could sleep through that, no more night stalking for me, waiting for my burglar to show up anymore!
I’ve been known to sleep through natural disasters.
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Sleep? I could sleep through just about anything. My alarm going off, car alarms, trains rumbling by. Various things like that. When I’m asleep I’m dead to the world until something manages to pierce my sleep. And even then sometimes I don’t remember even getting up because I go back to sleep immediately.
I once slept through an earthquake. It wasn’t a big San Andreas type of earthquake, it was only about 5.3 on the richter scale. The epicenter was twenty miles due south of my house. It rattled the windows and woke everybody else up. I only found out about it at breakfast the next morning.
I can sleep through a lot, but the places I have fallen asleep are even funnier. I once fell asleep right in front of a speaker at a dance club. My girlfriend was sooooo embarassed. What? I was tired! Just this morning I was very drowsy and actually fell asleep while walking down the hall at work. First time I’ve ever managed anything like that. I woke up when I veered off course and collided with a wall. Today has just not been my day for dignity…
Growing up in Melborne Florida my parents would always go to see the rockets launch on the cape.
I slept thru the apollo 13 lift off.
I can sleep thru almost anything.
must be a distant relation to Rip van Winkle
Sleep, I hear everything! even glasses that are not crashing to the ground.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead” W.Zevon
I’m a very light sleeper. EVERYTHING wakes me up. The fact that I sleep during the day, when normal people are out and about doesn’t really help things much either.
At a friends houe one night, I slept through a gale. That night a tree crashed into the next door neighbor’s house. Than the police, fire engines & ambulances all showed up. I missed the whole thing. These days, however I wake up easily. I think it’s becomimg a mother that did it.
I sleep through expected/normal sounds, and wake up for anything else. A couple of weeks ago, I fell asleep on a friend’s couch while several other people came in and out of the room. But the instant she flicked the lights off, I was awake.
I also wake up for my alarm on weekdays, and sleep through it on weekends.
I’m not normally a heavy sleeper. When I lived in Raleigh (in the Hayes-Barton area, with all those really huge, old oak trees & pine trees), Hurricane Fran came roaring through town at about 1:00 in the morning. I slept through the whole thing. When I woke up the next morning, fully prepared to go to work, I walked outside and there were so many trees down (on the road and through all the surrounding houses), that you couldn’t even walk out of the neighborhood. The creek at one end of the road had flooded and the electric lines were down everywhere, cutting us off from everything outside of my block. The electric poles were twisted off and lying on the ground…tornadoes had spun up our street during the storm, ripping the poles off.
I slept through the whole thing.
I’m an increadibly light sleeper. Bugs the hell out of me. However, there was an incident when I was living at home. I was about 16 or 17. I came down to breakfast one morning, and my mom says in a uncharacteristicly concerned tone: “How are you feeling today, honey?” Swiddles: “Fine, why?” MommaSwiddles: “Don’t you remember last night?” Swiddles: “Um…no.” MommaSwiddles: “We heard this THUNK, and then we heard wimpering from your room, and Dad got up to check, and you were lying on the floor, and you said ‘Daddy, I fell outta bed, and I can’t get back up.’” And I remembered nothing. And as someone who hasn’t called her father “daddy” in about 15 years, it was VERY wierd. Apparently, I fell out of bed, still asleep, but it didn’t wake me up, and the rest was talking in my sleep.
I’ve slept through the fire alarm going off, my alarm going off, earthquakes, thunder storms, fireworks… ahhhhh, sleep, how I love thee!