and I have no idea how it got that way! I am 99.99% sure that it was on the right way before I went to bed last night. I don’t recall anything unusual going on during the night and you’d think that if I’d done something that required the removal of my shirt that I’d have at least some memory of it. Mr. Greywolf73 didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary during the night either.
So, either I was doing some bizarre sleepwalking activity that required my shirt to be on backwards and inside out, or I was abducted by aliens with no sense of fashion.
I don’t have the slightest clue and thought I’d ask my fellow Dopers their opinion.
It’s still the same shirt you went to bed with, right? Not the sexy neighbor guy’s shirt that you mistakenly pulled on during one of your sleepwalk induced rendezvous?
I always have experiences like this. I wake up to be mocked by my roommates about how I was up in the middle of the night asking them for a cup of sugar or something weird and then went back to bed.
Oh and hey, this is my first post. I usually just read the forums but work is especially boring today. Also, I see someone from Scranton so I wanted to give a shout-out to NorthEastern PA! Represent!
Hey, Undead, welcome to the board! (Yay, that’s my first time welcoming the newbie!)
I’m living in PA, too; Allentown, to be precise. If you are interested in Philly-and-surrounding-area Dopers, check with True Pisces. They have regularly scheduled dinners and get-togethers, and there’s a Dopefest scheduled for Labor Day.
Well, since I didn’t wake up in the bathtub and all my internal organs are intact, and the nearest neighbors I have are the squirrels in the backyard and they are neither sexy nor do they wear t-shirts, I have come to the conclusion that I either slipped into a 4th dimension or I was indeed abducted by aliens.
Either that, or I just got hot in the middle of the night and flung my shirt off, as Maureen suggested, but I like the idea of other dimensions and aliens a lot better.
Oh, and welcome to the boards, Undead! I am honored that you delurked in my thread and it’s good to know I’m not the only one abducted by aliens in the middle of the night with poor fashion sense.
A welcome is in order, heyna? I hope you joined because the boards are entertaining and informative, and the posters are intelligent and extremely good looking as well, but if you want to tell people you joined because you saw a Scrantonian, feel free.
I think I’ve decided my sleeping-self is possessed by some sort of needy evil packrat or a demonic baker. I’ve had full conversation in my sleep with people that I remember nothing of. Usually asking them for something. Have I been building something in the confines of my home keeping it secrect from even myself?
Greywolf, are we doomed to waking up in a state of bewilderment forever? Well, prolly not
I regularly strip in my sleep - I have every intention of wearing the nightgown all night when I crawl in the bed. But I’ll find it on the floor the next morning. Summer in Alabama - even with air conditioning, it’s still too hot! So, until this heat breaks, I’ll sleep au naturel. Not that hubby minds!
when i was a child, i used to often wake up in completely different pajamas than i went to bed in - i was in favor of alien abduction then, and i still am now
i’ve since eliminated the problem by sleeping naked