Have You Ever Fallen Asleep On TheToilet--And/Or In Any Other Strange Place?

You probably sleep better at a time like this due to knowing that you're close to a place to drop everything should the need arise.

Uncle Don (not to be mixed up with Uncle Donald. Uncle Donald was one of my mom's brothers who ended up succumbing to Bright's Disease 68 years ago this February 19, while Uncle Don, who passed away in December of 2002, was married to my mom's baby sister) was always bringing a book or magazine in with him to bathe and then drifting off to sleep. The rudest awakening he ever had was when this major thunderstorm was going on outside. Aunt Kate heard a huge boom that about made her jump out of her skin. She's blind, but she could smell this burning odor coming from the space heater in the living room. She figured out later that lightning must have struck their chimney. Uncle Don came awake in a hurry--but it wasn't the boom that brought him to so much as feeling this big shock all over his body. The lightning had not only struck the chimney but had sent a charge of electricity into Uncle Don's bathwater. Although he continued to enjoy sleeping in the bathtub, I believe that he was a little more mindful of the weather after that. Meanwhile, I had gone with my dad to a favorite swimming hole just northwest of Anderson called Ryan's lake. We hadn't been in the water for too long when I saw lightning in the distance. This took place either between my second and third grade year or else my third and fourth grade year, and we had taken health and safety class that year. I told my dad that it was time to get out of the lake because I saw lightning. He replied that this was off in the distance and that we still had time to enjoy ourselves swimming and would get out if or when the weather got closer. I argued back that my teacher had said that we were to leave a lake or swimming pool if we saw lightning because, if we could see it, it might strike us. He gave up and told me okay but reminded me that we were going to be missing out on a lot of good swimming and, likely, for nothing. We packed up our things and headed for the car. It was only minutes after we exited the Ryan's Lake property that a huge storm arrived with some of the widest and tallest sky-to-ground lightning bolts we'd ever seen! So, Daddy told me that I was right. When we heard about Uncle Don later, he told me that I was REALLY right!

We were all lucky that Uncle Don wasn't killed and we got to have him around for many more years. He was always a delight to have around--very sweet, caring, and funny. When I think about it, it doesn't seem as if my cousin, Denise, were born at this time, so that would mean that this took place between second and third grade (1961). And, seeing as how she wasn't even conceived until later that year, we wouldn't have had Denise, either.

Wow, he was lucky that he was not killed. A shock like that could have stopped his heart! Thanks for this story, I think I will be a bit more mindful, myself!

That's funny! What your husband did reminds me of the joke about the man and his wife sitting in church and how the man kept dozing off, so the minister asked him a question, and his wife would stick him with her hat pin. The results were hilarious because the responses the guy made to getting stuck with the hatpin turned out to be fitting answers for what the minister was asking.

haha..That is hilarious!

Uncle Donald used to ride the interurban back to Greencastle each weekend where he would return to Cunot (village where his family's home was) and would return to Anderson on Sunday night in time to go back to work at Guide Lamp on Monday morning while staying with his cousin and her family. One time, he ended up going to sleep and riding the interurban clear up to Ft. Wayne (which was the end of the line), so he had to catch the next one back to Anderson in order to make it to work.

Do you think you woke up because you sensed you were close to your stop? I know Japanese office workers are famous for being able to sleep on trains and yet still get off at the right stop, maybe its an instinct and other people can too?

I wasn't even drunk, but I still did it! If I were drunk, I probably WOULD have ended up on the floor--and (in the spirit of being under the table) under the toilet (except that I wouldn't fit)!

Awwww come on rainmark tell the truth you've never even done it once (not the drinking part the falling asleep in an weird place thing)I know one time I fell asleep in my bed and then woke up the next morning to everyone screaming my name cause they couldn't find me I WAS UNDER THE BED!Ha Ha Ha I have no idea how that happened.

I've heard of having a tiger in your tank, but this is the first I've heard about having a tiger in your toilet room! It was probably just the cat coming in to use the litter box--or, if trained to do so, the toilet, itself!

Well you didn't understand the joke I mentioned above. First of all this is a joke, and secondly about tiger in the toilet, you didn't understand. What I meant to make funny is that, the guy in toiled gets asleep and in the dream he sees a tiger lol....got it.

Ah yes!!! That sensation of forehead making contact with keyboard! I know it well!!! I felt like Wyle E. Coyote going in a tunnel after the roadrunner and making contact with a train!!! OUCH!!!

That's interesting how you just seemed to come home by instinct even when you were totally-drunk and half-asleep. I remember being at the drive-in theater when I was a kid and the next thing I knew sleeping in my own bed at home. No, I wasn't drunk! LOL

I wasn't sick--just tired in the first place to the degree that I actually should have been in bed. So, here I am on the toilet, and feeling too tired to even get up. Then, I see a puzzle in a newspaper that I haven't yet worked or an article that I want to read. I work a little bit of the puzzle or read a paragraph or two of the article--and I'm too tired to go on, so I close my eyes for a second, and the next thing I know is that I'm coming too-close-for-comfort to tumbling from my throne to the floor!

Oh no... I did not mean that you got sick. I was sharing how I happened to fall asleep in the bathhroom.

I thought that the standing position was mainly reserved for horses--but, after almost falling asleep in a standing position a couple of times here lately (due to burning my candle at both ends and in the middle), I can see that it isn't. One difference, however...the horse continues to stand, but, had I gone completely asleep, I would end up in a heap on the floor with the likelihood of a few broken bones as well!

I believe that this is the position in which Mr. Dithers generally finds Dagwood right before he fires him--again!

Ask Dr. William Bishop about me! Freshman orientation weekend at what was then Indiana Central College (Now, University of Indianapolis or UINDY)... I had been up nearly all night being a total social butterfly at Krannert Hall (now Cravens Hall as the Krannert family name now graces our library), which is the freshman dorm (or was then, anyway). I spent some time sitting around a long table with other teacher wannabees while listening to a lecture from Dr. Bishop who was one of the department heads at the time. It wasn't because I found him to be boring that I ended up falling asleep. Quite the opposite. I found him inspiring. However, I also was starting to notice that my eyeballs were feeling as if somebody had rubbed them with sandpaper, so I closed them and put my head down on the table so that I could be more comfortable while listening to him. Next thing I knew, the person next to me was poking me on the arm. As it turned out, I'd not only ended up falling asleep, but I was also SNORING!!! Dr. Bishop teased me about that each time we ran into each other for at least the next week or so!

Sometimes, I think we keep ourselves so busy that, given any kind of position that is even halfway restful, we might be inclined to nod off. One thing that I always do is not to ignore drowsiness while out driving around. If I feel the least bit drowsy, I pull off into a safe area and take a refreshing nap.

That's usually how I do it, too. Either I feel myself falling and jerk awake in a hurry or else I have a mini dream that involves falling, and that will wake me up--at which point I jump like a cat!

That must have been interesting! Since everybody that might have been in the restroom at the same time was probably expecting male visitors, I guess there were no hysterical shrieks when the two guys came in. Of course, if you were to make this into a sitcom for TV, there probably would be. Speaking of male invasions, we were riding a ferry between Bar Harbor, ME and Halifax, Nova Scotia back in 1974, and my mom had to use the restroom. From her stall, she could hear a manly voice that seemed to be close-by that was being responded to by two or three women in the other stalls. When she exited her stall to wash her hands, she--sure enough!--found this old guy in there just chattering away as if they had all been in some kind of social activity room or something. The little, old ladies soon finished their business, and they all walked out together still chattering away. Glad you didn't break your nose or something.

Back when my legs still worked well enough to get me in and out of the bathtub, I would often take in some great reading material and one or more oversized towels and first relax in a nice, very warm tub of water. When it cooled down, I would let it out and fill the tub with new water. By the time it had cooled down again, I was starting to get a little sleepy, so I would let the water out, fill it up again with very warm water, and, this time, open the drain so that it would all drain out so that I wouldn't drown in my sleep. When the water level was low enough, I would cover myself with the towel(s) and would be ready to just drift off to sleep. Once I was awake, I would refill the tub and read for awhile while I was soaking. I might also have my latest poetry journal in there and be writing poems during this time. The important thing to remember was that, if starting to get sleepy, drain the tub.

I have the same kind of pattern. Around my neck of the woods, these mini-sleeps are known as catnaps. Sometimes, I dream. Sometimes, I don't. And there are even times when I'm awakened by this loud noise--and realize right away that I've been awakened by my own snoring! LOL

I've never been drunk in my entire life! I wonder what would result from being drunk and just simply drowsy at the same time--perhaps, I'd melt or turn into a noodle!?!

For sure! You might as well be as comfortable as possible when you go to bed, and there's no reason to ignore urges from your bladder and/or intestines because the urges aren't going to go away. However, if you go in there when you're half-asleep already, you just might end up nodding off there--especially, if you have reading material around and you get involved in looking at that.

I'm to the place where I can sleep just about anywhere. I did get a nice, long, stretched-out nap in today, so I'm not too sleepy at the moment--which is good because I have so much to do before rewarding myself with more sleep. The twilight zone is coming on in a little bit, so I'm going to be watching that--and will still have plenty of work to do after that. My sweetie is having some health issues at this time, so several of us who know and love him are up talking about him. I bet his ears are burning!