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Why a duck? No clue.
So I've sleepwalked/talked all my life. My parents often will bring up the time when as a kid I overdosed on Scooby Doo and ran through the house screaming and flipping on all the lights. Usually people grow out of it, but unfortunately it stuck with me. But I can remember what I'm doing most of the time...or maybe I don't remember. Who knows what all I do at night? Hmm.
Anyway, last night I fell asleep on the couch in my nightshirt, which is my standard M.O. There's something soothing to me about a TV and I'll often fall asleep to Futurama or MST3K DVDs. Anyway, for some reason I "woke up" at midnight and I *knew* there was a duck on my patio. And the duck was IN DANGER. So I ran (yes ran) to my bedroom and shoved on some jeans, then ran back out to the living room and threw open the front door. Time was very fuzzy, so I have no idea just how long I stared at my empty patio for it to register that there was no duck, much less one in danger.
By the time I closed the door, I was fully awake and very glad of two things: 1) my apartment is on the other side of the building from the big parking lot and 2) my subconscious is modest.
Anyway, last night I fell asleep on the couch in my nightshirt, which is my standard M.O. There's something soothing to me about a TV and I'll often fall asleep to Futurama or MST3K DVDs. Anyway, for some reason I "woke up" at midnight and I *knew* there was a duck on my patio. And the duck was IN DANGER. So I ran (yes ran) to my bedroom and shoved on some jeans, then ran back out to the living room and threw open the front door. Time was very fuzzy, so I have no idea just how long I stared at my empty patio for it to register that there was no duck, much less one in danger.
By the time I closed the door, I was fully awake and very glad of two things: 1) my apartment is on the other side of the building from the big parking lot and 2) my subconscious is modest.