jobber2thestars
Hank Scorpio
Buy the Simon System. You'll thank yourself.
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Post by jobber2thestars on Jun 28, 2009 9:08:57 GMT -5
I constantly have nightmares that I have slept until about 6 in the evening on Christmas. I start having these dreams in late June/early July, and the don't end until a few days before Christmas. As for actually sleeping through important meetings, I have done that. I find that people are cooler about it if you flat out say you over slep, rather than making up an obvious excuse.
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Post by Citizen Snips Has Left on Jun 28, 2009 9:41:37 GMT -5
Fell asleep in my bed after a brutal week at work on a Friday night once. After an hour or so, my phone rang. As it woke me up and I looked at the clock, it was the exact time (except PM, not AM) that my ride would be calling me if I had overslept and was late. I rushed out of bed and had dialed half the numbers to call them back when I realized it was Friday night, not some random weekday morning.
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"Hollywood" Cactus Matt
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
You couldn't ask for a better custom title!
How do you spell "Goddess"? C-H-R-I-S-T-Y!
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Post by "Hollywood" Cactus Matt on Jun 28, 2009 13:42:36 GMT -5
Yes.
I'll tell my story later, once I make it Board-friendly; until then, just know that this has, indeed, happened to me more than once.
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pewmayman
Tommy Wiseau
Flies like a moron
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Post by pewmayman on Jun 28, 2009 14:11:30 GMT -5
This is probably irrelivent, but it's still hilarious. One time, I woke up at about 4am from a dream - and I was convinced that I had sewn a little mouse in a bag and hidden it in my room somewhere, except I had forgotten where I had hidden it. So I get up, and turned my room upside-down for about 20 minutes looking for thie mouse-in-a-bag. I even went into the garage and checked in my car. Eventually I just started laughing at how rediculous the situation was. Just thought I'd share. That is hilarious! Reminds me of the time my husband dreamt that he had put his wedding ring into our mattress. So, imagine my horror one Sunday morning when I'm yanked out of sleep to the sound of my husband rushing me with a box cutter, yelling something that sounds terrifying because I can't understand English yet--it was too early. Imagine my amazement when, once I'm out of bed and crouched against the wall thinking my husband's gonna kill me, I see him slash the mattress wide open. I, of course, still think I'm dreaming when I see that he's not trying to kill me, but has killed our bed and is tearing out its entrails... That's when he spots the ring. It was where he always left it: on the bookshelf. He is never, ever living that one down. True friggin' story, man.
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