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At a rave (twice). Yeah, I know. I’m weird, and when I gotta sleep, nothing’s gonna stop me except being too cold.
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On a bench in the Salzburg train station. Not the best sleep ever, but at least it was better than the time I had to stay up all night in the Bologna, Italy train station because I was afraid to go to sleep.
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On the floor at work
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On the floor at the airport
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In the bathtub when I was a kid. It was hot in my loft bed and it smelled funny, so I tried the tub.
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On top of Half Dome in Yosemite. I know, I’m a bad, bad mle. But I had good sleep!
First of all, you win. :eek:
Me, I once slept in a dry ditch somewhere between the tiny towns of Alphen and Riel, Netherlands. My bicycle had inexplicably left the bike path just prior to that. I must have slept from about 5 am until 09:30, when a rather angry looking policeman was the first thing I saw.
That sight sobered me up enough. I continued the remaining 10 kilometers home.
I slept in a porta-potty at “Woodstock” 94. I hadn’t slept in 50+ hours, it was 3am and I couldn’t find our tent in the maze of the 100,000 other tents, so I went in a just cleaned one, shut the lid and slept until daylight.
I slept thru a Ted Nugent concert in Vegas. Too drunk.
Slept under a pool table at a college party.
Slept on a park bench in Brazil with a girl from Canada. Don’t tell me I’m not multicultural! 
Coldfire I too have passed out in a ditch, but I hadn’t been riding a bike. As a freshman in college I foolishly attempted to drive back to the dorm from a party. I pulled over to pee and that’s the last thing I remember. I woke up the next day with literally hundreds of chigger bites. My car was there, keys locked in it, ignition on, out of gas, and battery dead. Stupid shit. :smack:
A couple friends of mine took a bunch of valium and went fishing. They passed out in the boat, and when they woke up there were sunburned as hell, and lost on the lake. Funny shit.
I’ve already been outdone, I know, but I fell asleep at a Police concert once. As in Sting & Co.
Summers in high school, I worked on a landscaping crew. I’d fall asleep in the back of the flatbed truck as we bounced down the road on the way to the work site.
On assorted floors and tables, when I was sufficiently tired that I would have slept anywhere.
And in the usual assortment of planes, trains, buses, cars, and classrooms, but nothing’s unusual about that.
Like gatopescado, I too have slept underneath a pool table. Actually, that’s where I woke up; I don’t remember how I got there.
I once had to sleep on a log next to a river. I was camping with friends, and at around midnight they all took off for a nighttime swim at the river. I followed them after a few minutes. However, on the trail through the heavy forest, my flashlight died; the tall trees meant I was in pitch darkness. I discovered that I could turn on my flashlight, get a few seconds of quickly-fading light, wait a few minutes, and repeat. I had a choice to make at a forked trail as to which beach my friends had chosen; I chose wrong. So now I’m at the river, the flashlight is totally dead, and I can neither get back to the campsite nor locate my friends. So I found a big log and dozed until the light of dawn.
I might also say “my desk at work,” but I was working one of the 12-hour overnight shifts during the Y2K panic (it was a medical software company, and a failure meant people would die, so we were legitimately concerned), so my fatigue is warranted.
The weirdest place I’ve slept, though, is while driving. :eek: Seriously, back in high school, after a late night (rehearsal, hanging out, etc.), I dropped off my friend at his house. I sat and watched him go up his driveway. I watched him go into his house. Two heartbeats. Then I snap awake in my own driveway. A moment of confusion, and then a rush of adrenaline as I realize I must have driven home – a very familiar and thoroughly memorized route – essentially asleep.
I went to college with a guy who fell asleep during a blowjob being given him by one of the hottest women at the school. For the first, and only, time, no less. We never let him live it down.
On SNL’s Soccer Hooligans sketch, one of them spent in the night in a horse. That’s pretty weird.
I think Hans Christian Anderson’s grave is the coolest one so far, though.
The most uncomfortable place I ever slept was on a pylon under a railway bridge in Nebraska while hitch-hiking cross country in 1974. The concrete was slanted downwards above about a 20 foot drop. I had to loop my arm around a cable to keep from slipping off.
I’ve also slept under a few highway overpasses, and in a city park in Melbourne, Australia, - not to mention the passenger seat of a semi - while hitching around.
I can sympathize with the midnight mass. Except I was with my mother and sister and fell asleep kneeling. I was woken up by the priest telling me that I could pray as long as I liked, but that he was closing up the church. My mother and my sister had figured I had a lot on my mind and left.
As well as in back of a spotlight while I was running it for a production of 42nd street. Needless to say I missed the second half of the show and got fired. I was so tired I think i could of been anywhere.
On a bale of sheep’s dags in a shearing shed at a high school party.
They didn’t smell too bad, though (or maybe its because I was so drunk I didn’t notice?)
In the gym of an abandoned Catholic high school. On a trampoline.
Underneath the wing of a C-5 in Kuwiat.
I found a security guard sleeping inside the housing of a portable generator in the dead of winter in Korea. The thing was running too. No shit.
Once, I slept in the walk in cooler at McDonalds. It was really really hot outside, and I was pulling an all nighter. I slipped into the fridge to get some cool air, curled up in a corner, and passed out. I woke up 20 minutes or so later, I was really confused.
I also slept on the floor of the south station sbarros, and in a corner booth of the downtown store. The downtown store used to get it’s delievery in right around 6 am on Monday morning, and we had to be there to let the driver in. If I ended up working late on Sunday, I found it was a whole lot easier just to sleep in the city than to drive home, and wake up at 3:30 am to drive back.The last time I slept downtown, I was awakened at 5 am by a homeles guy pounding on the front window. Never again did I sleep there…
The first time I ever actually got REALLY drunk, I wound up sleeping ina creek. Luckily I was smart enough to keep my head above water, I was only submerged up to my waste. I was on my way home and decided that it looked pretty damn comfortable. I must have been about 13 or so.
I slept on brick stairs one night at a total strangers house. Talk about some cool looking marks on your face when you wake up!
The other night I slept in the back of a 1984 Chevrolet Citation II. Not wierd to sleep in a car, but you don’t see many Citations running around.
A few months ago I slept in a bunker on a paintball field. It was a two story tree fort sort of deal, and it was quite comfortable. I figured that since I built the damn thing, I was entitled to sleep in it if need be.
I slept on my front porch one night, that was fun. I’ve also slept in my driveway, strangers driveways, on top of cars, inside a store, on sidewalks, and leaned up against dumpsters. I have a strange feeling that in a few years I’ll have some more interesting stories to tell…
As a child, I was fond of high places and small, enclosed spaces. These preferences led to me sleeping in cabinets, inside coffee tables, on top of filing cabinets, and so forth.
Since then I have broadened my horizons by sleeping. While no match for some posters here, I have slept:
While marking time in calf-deep mud, in the rain, at midnight on a field in Baton Rouge
On top of Half Dome in Yosemite. (Hi, mle! You’re not one of my cousins, are you? If so, you either had a twisted ankle or a severe and rather private rash at the time.)
In a truck being driven (by someone else, fortunately) along the edge of the north polar ice cap
In the midst of a pile of people in Ren/LARP gear in a tiny hotel room in Colorado
and, last but not least,
clinging to a rope ladder (in the dark) while several friends tried to make room for me to climb the rest of the way down–the chamber at the end wasn’t big enough for all of us.
I take short naps going down the road on our chopper. Only on long stretches, with no traffic, wedged in place so I can’t fall off.
When parked, I’ll lean against the sissy bar, feet on the gas tank, and catch a few ZZzzz.
I did some travelling when I was a young woman, too.
A bench in Washington Square Park.
An underpass in Ohio (I think.)
The side of the road in Pennsylvania.
Various roadside rest areas, behind trees.
Various beaches.
A Frank Zappa concert.
Twice while driving! :eek:
A bowling alley.
On top of several cases of cigarettes, in my delivery truck.
On top of a pool table.
In a closet.
I can sleep anywhere! Meetings, movies, seminars…
My weirdest place has to be on the top of Mount Sinai. We finally arrived at the bottom of the mountain at 11pm after a long ordeal of wrong bus tickets and hitchhiking and taxi’s without brakes. Climbed to the top of the mountain arriving at about 1 am, rented a blanket and then set out to find a spot on the mountain to sleep. Lots of tourists do this, and since we got there so late it was hard to find a place to sleep, finally we found a nice empty area and went to sleep. When we woke up the next morning we realized why it wa the last place for people to sleep, we were lying right beside the open air toilets!
I slept on a nude beach in San Diego. I was in the Navy fresh from boot camp. I went out one night with a couple guys from Texas. We decided to go check out Black’s Beach, a clothing optional beach north of San Diego. Being as it was night when we arrived and no one was on the beach, we climbed down, drank some Jack Daniels and Crown Royal. We fell asleep and woke up the next morning covered in little black ants. We hung around long enough to see some folks run around nekkid then left.
On more than one occasion I have fallen asleep while strapped into a race car. I spent a night in a rest room a Phoenix International Raceway. I dozed while on jury duty once. For about 15 minutes. The whole trial lasted 20 minutes. One night at work I wasn’t feeling well and decided to take a nap in the vanpool van I drove to work that night. I slept for 4 hours while laying on the floor between the back seats. Nobody missed me.