—Inside a prop wall, on a movie set.
—On a sack of potatoes, at a restaurant.
—In the Chinese Mann, during (the rerelease of) The Empire Strikes Back. I had worked a 16-hour day beforehand.
—On the floor, every night, when I was in high school. I wanted a futon, but my mom thought “bugs will crawl in your mouth while you sleep”, so I slept on the floor, anyway. Never got the futon.
Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green
Three places:
Once driving (no one hurt in the crash, luckily)
At a Rush concert (I didn’t THINK I inhaled…much!)
On a country club golf course (drunk- we were awakened by an early morning foursome).
Run for the hills, folks! Or you’ll be up to your armpits in martians!
I think the weirdest place I ever fell asleep was sitting on top of a end table during a very loud party, complete with a band and about 300 people crammed into a two-story house. I sat on the table, pulled my legs up against my chest, wrapped my arms around my legs, laid my head down on top of my knees and went to sleep for about an hour.
Shadowfox
In the bow of a Boston Whaler on the way from Glacier Bay to Juneau Alaska. There were 6-8 ft swells and we were traveling at an angle to the direction of the swells. I was snoozing and everybody else was puking their guts out on deck. 
Went on a hike with some friends and it was getting dark so we walked off trail and set camp. I slept in a hammock with a tube tent over me. I woke up with a scout troop ducking underneath me. The trail dog legged and I just went back on the trail when I set up my hammock.
The summer after my freshman year in college, my apartment wasn’t available to me until a few days after we had to vacate the dorms. The first night I slept in my '82 Mustang, which was not exactly comfortable.
So the second night I slipped back into the dorm which was being cleaned, and found an unlocked room on an all-women’s floor. I stayed there all night, and was wakened by the unfriendly sound of industrial vacuum cleaners. I quickly got my stuff together and slipped back out, fearful of prosecution for theft of lodging.
A cleaning person did yell “Hey!” but brave me didn’t even stop to acknowledge the Hey.
On the saddle of a Honda Nighthawk doing 80 down I-5 near Bellingham. I had been up for two days working on a project and the motorcycle was my only way home…
It wasn’t a drowse/snap-your-head-back two-second thing either; I was out for a good thirty seconds.
Christ, never again.
on the floor of the bar of the ferry from Port aux Basques, Newfoundland to Sydney, Nova Scotia, during a “labour confrontation” between the truckers and the ferry company.
Bicentennial 4th of July, 1976, Oregon, after hitting every beer garden and village celebration from Eugene to Portland, I slept through the fireworks on top of the trunk of a '64 Caddy.
TT
“Believe those who seek the truth.
Doubt those who find it.” --Andre Gide
I camped in a ruined castle tower near the southern tip of Spain, and woke up to a view of Africa across the strait. Those were the good ol’ days.
ThufferinThuccotash:
“slept”??!! sure there isn’t an alternative description for your comatose state?
Event: AOL Party in 1993.
Location: Luxurious Backyard Jacuzzi.
Habiliments: None.
–Kalél
Common ¢ for all ages…
“Well, there was that thing with the Cheese-Wiz…but I’m feeling much better now!” – John Astin, Night Court
In a bowling alley during league play.
On a deck chair by the apartment complex swimming pool while wearing a formal evening gown. My roommate and I were accidentally locked out of our apartment, stayed at a friend’s place, and showed up at the office bright and early to be let in. Of course, the office workers didn’t show up for another couple of hours, so we both took a nice nap and provided much amusement to the people walking by at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning.
“I think he said ‘Blessed are the cheesemakers.’”
A few odd ones, but one I’ll share.
In ~1975 I was traveling with a band in south Texas and one night the guitar player and I got left at the club after closing. We didn’t have a vehicle and didn’t know the name of the motel where the band was staying. I believe this was San Angelo, Texas.
Anyway, we wandered a bit and found a small park where there was a small, twin engine WWII bomber on static display on a pedestal. I’m not sure, but I think it might’ve been an A-26. Anyway, we managed to help each other climb up onto the wings. It appeared that the normal entry was via opening the cockpit plexiglass (sort of gull-wing mercedes style), but of course they were riveted to be permanently closed. About 15 minutes of work convinced us that by dawn we could be inside the fuselage.
So we elected to sleep on the wings. The port side of the plane was visible from the road, so I snoozed inboard of the port engine nacelle and the other guy slept up against the starboard side of the fuselage.
Probably would’ve been easier to just sleep in the bushes. Again.
-Under a brightly adorned Christmas tree…in a front yard…on new years morning 1996…with beercans all around me…and it was not my yard.
-handcuffed to a rail nude (with a blanket)…over looking Bourbon Street…during Mardi Gras.
-Peoplemover Disneyland…Senior night. I think I rode it about 12 times before waking up
On a rock ledge in the inner gorge of the Grand Canyon, above the Colorado River. (Oar-powered raft trip, and I’d drop everything and go again in a minute.)
In the front seat of my car in Beacon Hill in Boston. It was after 16 hours of driving, on the way to New Brunswick, and I figured at least I wouldn’t get mugged. Arrested maybe, but not mugged.)
In a flimsy grad dorm high rise during a tornado. There was so much hysteria in the halls and stairwells, it seemed safer. Besides, it was exam week and dying didn’t sound all that bad.
Veb
In assorted doorways in Tucson (when we would go down to Tucson after moving to Phoenix… we’d drop acid and hang out all night, then in the wee hours, find somewhere out of the street to crash, then drive back to Phoenix around noon.
>^,^<
“Cluemobile? You’ve got a pickup…”
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In a van on Decatur Street (across from Hooters) during Mardi Gras. One guy slept on the roof of the van.
A girl I used to date fell asleep at a Ted Nugent concert. (I won tickets, OK?) I think she had been out all night the night before with one of the guys she dumped me for.
Dr. J
Lioness again. I wish my darned password would work ! Sorry I had to share that.
Strange sleeping places, hmmmm.
Well the barrel of a carnival funhouse.
Under a ride called the twister
A few ther strange places, but thats enough about my jaded past.
Lioness
Underneath the stands in the gym during a high school basketball pep rally. So much for school spirit.
Standing at attention during a pass in review.
Ranger Jeff
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