why I will only take sleeping pills while alone.

I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately. Not sure why, be it stress or whatever, I've been extremely unsuccessful with even sleeping with myself (that was a joke by the way....).

Here's my horrible attempt at substance induced sleep...

As busy as some of my days are, and as lame as the rest, sometimes sleep really does do a body good, right?! Or so I thought... Last week, after a long had night (and morning) of rough tossing and turning, I finally drug my tired ass either off the couch, or out of bed, I can't remember, my nights and where I attempt to sleep is all one big blur. I got dressed, and attempted to ware myself out with some retail therapy, lunch, some extreme car washing and who knows whatever other crazy activities I could think of. Status post car wash the exhaustion started to hit me but I knew it wasn't going to happen once I laid down so while en route home I stopped at the local Walgreen's and got me a "HELP, I CAN'T SLEEP!" package thing. Some sort of every day, over the counter mind you, sleeping aide, meant for the every day person. Having never partaken in the drug induced sleep before, I figured, WHY THE HELL NOT! I had a friend coming over to see me in a few hours, I figured he'd check on me and make sure I'm still breathing at some point. 

Having taken the pill, I changed into my comfy clothes, stripped my bed of the sheets and comforter, got through almost a load of laundry and then cuddled up on the couch. 

<ENTER FEMALE FRIEND>

Hangs out on the couch with me, watching a movie. At some crazy point in the first half hour of the movie I'm dead passed out on the couch. Probably even drooling. 

<EXIT FEMALE FRIEND>

An unknown time later, I awaken, look over. Female friend is gone. I get up. Thirstier than nobodies frigging business, I probably drank a gallon of water, sat back down on the couch, found another movie on Netflix and at some point, passed out again.

<ENTER MALE FRIEND>

Awoken from some ridiculous nightmare I hear a voice in the back ground of the dream...

"Sara....Sara....are you okay? Do you need anything?"

In a drug induced stooper, I shake my head no and latch on for dear life (I'm REALLY had with nightmares). Apparently I was a little kid being chased and well, when I woke up, I thought I was still a little kid again. Any who more water. Back to couch. He found some ridiculous sitcom that he enjoys while I drifted off into freakishly weird dreamland again.

<EXIT MALE FRIEND>

Not sure where he went or where I even was, for that matter, I searched high and low in my entire 850 square foot apartment, and no male friend to be found. ANYWHERE. More water. Made a phone call to female friend to see when she left, and if she had run into male friend. around 8pm, I believe she said and no. Wow. Ok.

Back to dreamland, on the couch (<--- this fact being imperative to know).

<ENTER MALE FRIEND> at some unknown point.

I awake. 

A little lost at where I was for a second, cool air on my face, dark cool room...wait THAT'S A FAN! Some how I ended up in my bedroom. In a bed with sheets. Did I make the bed? Then I notice, my hair is wet...wait a second, did I take a shower? Pajamas too!? At this point I'm starting to freak out a little. Did I do all of this while asleep? ...and alone for that matter (not knowing male friend came back)!? What if I would have slipped and fell!? What if I would have DROWN!? Always to the extreme...I know!

I get up for more water and male friend is passed out, all comfortable like on the couch. I didn't want to wake him. So I get my water, head back into my room and start texting away. I believe at some point I pass out again.

In the either hours or so, that I was completely in this drug induced dreamland, I believe I could have been robbed, sold my brother to the slave market (probably willingly) and ran through the apartment complex naked at LEAST ten times...and I never would have known a thing! Woke up and just went upon my day. Good think I don't own a gun. 

Come to find out, during the next morning and the day after of interrogation of the two friends, I have come to learn that next time I shouldn't let friends stay there when I decide to partake in such ridiculous activities...they leave you on the couch and run for their lives. Multiple times apparently! Also, upon their arrival, I cling to them like a baby bird to their mother (well, at least the one of the male gender) due to extreme fear of being chased, or falling off a bridge (in which I TOTALLY do not remember this dream, but told him all about it). I eat ravioli. Like nobodies business. I take showers (in which I wish I could relive because apparently it was a good one). AND I persuade male friends to tell me bed time stories of the child fashion.

I just have to say thank you to the those two who were there to not rob me, persuade me to sell my brother, and forced me to stay indoors while naked! And for those who are wondering, no, I did not make the bed, my male friend actually did. I don't even make my bed while I'm sober, forget doing it while drugged up!