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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.
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(You might hear a wee rodent, though.)
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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But yay, ducks! And yay... clothing!
People in my family have the habit of saying "why a duck?" at random moments, such that it has become inherently funny. It must be from Monty Python or something. *shrugs helplessly*
(p.s. had there been a real duck? I'm glad you are there to rescue it. :) )
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HA! I mean, awwwww!
But yay, ducks! And yay... clothing!
*snicker*
People in my family have the habit of saying "why a duck?" at random moments, such that it has become inherently funny. It must be from Monty Python or something. *shrugs helplessly*
How funny!
(p.s. had there been a real duck? I'm glad you are there to rescue it. :) )
I rock at saving imaginary animals!
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BTW, how can you overdose on Scooby Doo? *confused*
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And Scooby Doo - when I was a kid, I got scared pretty easily. Scooby Doo freaked me out (it was all the ghosts) and so I was banned from watching it. However, I'd sneak in and watch Scooby Doo when I could.
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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.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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omg!!
they were going to fistulate the duck!!
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Second, you get the living room during WC. And Jojo and I are locking the bedroom door. *shudders*
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You know, elis claims I talk in my sleep. I have no memory of this. I'm certain I've never tried to rescue ducks, though.
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I applaud your being able to put on jeans while asleep, though. Very nice.
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