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Oct 26, 2007 21:58

Last night I woke up and there was something sitting next to me at the edge of the bed. It was the size of a rat, or at least that's what it seemed like. It started to move, and as my half-asleep brain tried to figure out what to do about it, the thing touched me and I panicked. I tried to knock it off of the bed, but it wouldn't move, and it was ( Read more... )

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variablez October 27 2007, 14:51:44 UTC

And yet, I can faintly hear you...
:P

elycia October 27 2007, 10:06:38 UTC

I've read about this happening to men who had to sleep in foxholes during the World Wars; they'd wake up and think somebody had gotten in there with them. Needless to say, yelling at the top of your voice at the stranger you think is in your foxhole does rather reduce the effectiveness of your camouflage... ;-)

Soon enough it will be your kid kicking you in the back through Wendy's belly. You might as well get used to having company!

variablez October 29 2007, 01:45:44 UTC

I just hope that when my kid gets old enough to crawl into bed with us and I wake up with his/her face two inches from my nose and staring at me, I have the presence of mind to not react the same way. That would be a bad day at the police station.

- Zohar S.E.

Oh, dear... fencerlitdiva October 27 2007, 17:00:07 UTC

I think I have done something similar, once.

Re: Oh, dear... variablez October 29 2007, 01:40:08 UTC

I'm glad I'm not alone in this. I'm also glad I'm not in a foxhole in the middle of a war. I could see trying to explain to my commander why I blew my arm off in the wee hours of the morning. I wonder if I'd at least get a purple heart for that.

- Zohar S.E.