This doesn’t count because I was wide awake, but I eat cereal as a nighttime snack (~10 PM, Golden Grahams usually) and as usual when I really wanted some my milk had turned. Much as you might think otherwise, lukewarm sugar-free hot chocolate does not make a good substitute.
Hee. What a great visual. I wonder what she was thinking?
Proved Fermat’s Last Theorem on a stack of napkins.
Then spilled coffee all over the final steps.
There’s nothing more disconcerting than pulling off your underwear to find another pair underneath.
I used to sleep walk, so most of mine involve waking up somewhere where I didn’t fall sleep. On the couch, sitting in a chair, standing in the hallway on a cruise ship (that one was scary).
Once I woke up and thought “I’m hungry… I’ll make some soup!” I half-walked, half fell into the kitchen where I put a whole potato, two whole carrots, a frozen package of beef (unopened), some spices, and about a cup of water into a pot. I then curled up on the kitchen counter and fell asleep again. The next morning I had some explaining to do.
I’ve also done the wake-up-and-try-to-open-the-tent-only-to-realize-that-it-opens-on-the-other-side thing.
I once did something like this. Just substitute 10" Bowie knife for 5’ claymore and old west knife fighter for midevial warrior. And I was wide awake the whole time. I mean, what kind of weirdo is outside walking around at 2 AM?
To me they’re both equally nasty.
Oh, then there was the time we all though my sister was being murdered in her room. First thing in the morning, she let loose with a scream worthy of Jamie Lee Curtis being chased by Michael Meyers, Jason, and Freddy Kruger all at once.
Half-asleep, she forgot that she’d attached a new mirror to the back of her bedroom door.
Pft! My dad used to do this all through my childhood (very bouncy matress.) I loved it. Slightly safer than tossing me into the air and catching me, I guess.
Especially scary if you initially fell asleep at home.
Once, I got up after not much sleep, got dressed, started driving to work, pulled into a parking lot and started digging through my purse for my keys. It took me a few minutes to realize I need those for driving so they were in the ignition.
That’s a killer.
A few weeks ago, I had to get up ridiculously early for work, so when the alarm went off, I rolled out of bed half awake and stumbled off towards the bedroom door. Normally, my girlfriend gets up at the same time I do, but she wasn’t going anywhere at 4:30, so I didn’t turn any lights on and I opened the door. There was enough light from the almost-full moon coming through the window for me to see, and I know where everything is anyway. I was slowly making my way down the hallway toward the coffeepot when I saw the silhouette of a man on the door at the end of the hall that opens into my garage. I’m about 6-2 and 260 pounds, and this guy was every bit as big as me. It took a second or two to register, but then I began yelling something incoherent (but hopefully threatening) at him. The whole scene is mapped out here.
So there I was, standing naked in the middle of the hallway and yelling at my shadow on the garage door. Nothing like feeling utterly stupid to start off your day.
Does sleep-walking count in this discussion?
When I was a kid, I was teasing my sister about some stupid thing she did, and as revenge my father took the opportunity to tell me about a discovery he’d made that morning. Apparently, he’d come into my bedroom to find me sitting on my open toybox, pants down at my ankles, in midstream. In my sleep-disabled mind, the toybox had become the toliet. My father did his best to clean up the best, but ten years later the toybox STILL smelled like pee. Why he didn’t just throw the thing out, I will never know.
Not sure if this qualifies as half asleep - I’ll let you decide.
Once, I had been going to bed and getting up rather late (it was the holidays), and it was getting out of hand - I was regularly getting up at one or two in the afternoon. So, I asked my brother (who was regularly getting up early) to wake me up at ten the next morning, so I could make moves towards getting my shit together.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I wake up quite naturally the next day. I momentarily think I’ve somehow woken up in the morning, but roll over to see that it’s one in the afternoon. I get out of bed and head out into the living room ready to ask my brother what the hell happened and why he hadn’t woken me up.
So… it turns out that he came in and ‘woke me up’ at ten that morning. Apparently I had a long conversation with him, explaining why my previous request to be woken up at ten was no longer relevant, and that it is quite alright for me to go back to sleep for a few hours. So far as I can tell, I wasn’t actually conscious for any of this (or I forgot about it, if there’s even a difference between the two). Or my brother was just making shit up - I haven’t ruled that out. It does seem as though my unconscious brain is getting worryingly adept at prolonging sleep.
Also, I once came damn close to getting into the shower with my socks on. I forget to take my glasses off sometimes, too, but I do that when I’m wide awake as well. :smack:
