Which is worse than normal. I’ve been going to bed at 3-5 am each night for the last 10 days or so.
Too much stuff is on my mind and I’m quite worried about a friend of mine, all things combined = too much nervous energy for little old me.
But here’s the kicker about this morning.
I woke up FULLY dressed.
WEARING my ID badge (something I haven’t done for a year).
With my shirt inside out.
And wet hair.
And both pillow cases were off my pillows, I had me head resting on the wadded up pilow cases.
Upon waking up I was half clean shaven. Just one side of my face… and all of my laundry was out of the dryer (my t-shirts and socks were in there).
I’m scared to go home
And s
I tried to shave your whole face, but ran out of shaving cream. I added it to the list. I’m sorry about taking your things out of the dryer, but I didn’t know when you were coming back, and I needed to use it.
But seriously, you can do laundry in your sleep? What a timesaver! “Hmmm, looks like I’m running out of clean socks…time for a nap!”
quote: And s
I think this is the scariest part of all. Are you still asleep? Are you posting in your sleep?
I’m so sorry to laugh at your expense, but I am literally crying with laughter at this. I don’t know why I find it hysterical. I guess it’s my image of the look on your face when you woke up.
Anyway it’s almost certain that you’re still dreaming and I’m not actually posting this.
I used to do much the same thing when overly stressed out about things. Not the shaving part but I did wake up wearing clothes that weren’t the ones I went to bed in. Also I would be wearing my glasses which I had taken off before bed. The one that really bothered me was the time I woke up dressed and holding a flashlight. I have no idea where I’d been. Happily all this nighttime activity abated once my personal life straightened out somewhat so chin up.
At 3 this morning I woke up briefly, needing to pee. I proceeded out the door of my bedroom and walked face first into the closed door of my bathroom. This led to some confusion as I couldn’t figure out what I was doing out of bed.
I then went back to sleep, got up at 6:30 and was on campus by 9.
I’ve done this a few times. The most frequent one is that I’ll clearly set my alarm clock, yet wake up the next morning well past when I was supposed to, alarm off.
The answer: I woke up, turned off the clock, but was so tired that I went back to sleep. Clearly, I was operating entirely on instinct.
Your case is freaky. But that’s gotta be what happened.
My sometimes roommate woke up on the couch the other day. He went to sleep in his room, but woke up naked on the sofa. He still hasn’t found his pants.
Thank goodness this happened in Atlanta, in his other apartment. I really don’t want to wake up to a hot French guy naked…oh wait. Nevermind! (Where is that devilish smiley when you need one?)
Oh, and at 9 this morning, I was clocking in at work.
While at work I was asleep in my sleeping bag on a very thin board, about 10 inches wide, the ends resting on two tree stumps. If I moved more than a few inches in either direction I would fall over. I went to sleep on my back and woke up on my face.
I know I didn’t get up in the night and when I attempted to roll over while awake in a sleeping bag on the board I fell on my ass.
I woke up one morning with all my clothes and the light on, the front door wide open, a loaf of bread ripped open and laying in the middle of the living room and my boots gone.
