Sleeping Habits

Everyone knows that I tend to have...bizarre sleeping habits. But those in my house are no exception to the rule. For instance I won't sleep for days and then promptly pass out on a bed - any bed at all - within fifty steps.

Meanwhile, You can sleep anywhere. I've seen him fall asleep lying on his back on his futon only to awaken curled up on top of his pillows. I've seen him crash on a couch which is far too small for him with his head on one armrest and his legs sticking out the other end. I've seen him curl up in the smallest ball imaginable - a feat of which any contortionist would be proud (or horrified) - and sleep soundly. I've seen him slip off to dreamland in some of the most interesting places in some of the seemingly most uncomfortable positions only to wake up six hours later feeling like a million bucks.

Chacha, on the other hand, is rather picky with his placement and positions...unless, of course, he is completely and utterly drained from the grueling rehearsal schedule he himself has set up for the band. However, I know from experience that he can NOT - under ANY circumstances - sleep on his back. He'll roll over and jump awake and look around the room, mumbling about "beating the bloody fuck out of that rat-faced bastard" that woke him up before rolling over and going back to sleep. Sounds pretty out of character, doesn't it? Oh, sure, when Cha's awake, he is the sweetest, gentlest, most fun-loving guy I've ever met. You wake him up on the wrong side of the bed...not so good. He also has the tendency to talk in his sleep. I had the opportunity to carry out a fifteen minute two-way conversation with him one night before I remembered he had long since passed out on the couch across the room about an hour earlier.

Anyway, a little story to tell you. A few days ago the three of us were completely zonked from the trip to and from Korea - whose success is debatable, but I already ranted about that, so I won't burden you with any more of my frustration - and we quite literally passed out on the couch in front of the TV. Sometime later I was startled awake from a dream in which I had become paralyzed.

Now, before you go and try to explain the symbology of paralysis in my dreams, let me tell you that I awoke to find that I really WAS paralyzed. I couldn't feel my legs from my hips down. Couldn't force them to move them either. Fighting my premature rising panic, I looked down to discover...

...both Cha and You and fallen asleep and slid to lie on their sides on the couch, their heads pillowed by my thighs.