I have since I was a kid. It's strange as fuck. Last night I put a death row show on Netflix, drifted to sleep listening,this morning my bed was a mess, pillows cast aside, everything in my pockets scattered around, a (thankfully) unopened beer next to me, and I'd separated the keys from my keyring.
And my lighter has disappeared.
Used to happen a lot with my ex. I'd go to bed and wake up on the couch, she thought I hated her.
My best one tho is we went to spend Xmas with my mum's boyfriends parents, I slept in the attic, I pulled the locking pin out of the sunbed they had up there and it tilted forward and hit something, smashing all the bulbs, I got back in a bed full of glass. I actually remember that one. Very surreal
And my lighter has disappeared.
Used to happen a lot with my ex. I'd go to bed and wake up on the couch, she thought I hated her.
My best one tho is we went to spend Xmas with my mum's boyfriends parents, I slept in the attic, I pulled the locking pin out of the sunbed they had up there and it tilted forward and hit something, smashing all the bulbs, I got back in a bed full of glass. I actually remember that one. Very surreal