August 10, 2025 • 45 mins
People Who Have Woken Up In Bed With A Stranger, What's Your Story?
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People that have woken up in bed with a stranger.
What's your story? Story one at my brother and sister
in law's place in Brunswick, Georgia. My sister in law
had been subtly flirty with me all night. We were
all completely drunk on red wine, and my wife passed
out on the sofa while I staggered off to bed.
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I awoke in the wee hours with a large, warm
body fully pressed up against my back. I was immediately terrified.
It was my sister in law, and I thought I
was going to have to either make a scene or
do some serious explaining. Turns out it was my brother
in law's Rottweiler. I went back to sleep. Before we continue,
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subscribe to support our channel. Story two. Once I drank
a lot and took meds, so I barely remembered the
night before. I woke up in a bed with my
clothes on the floor. There was another guy in the bed.
I assumed he was out of clothes too, because he
didn't have a shirt on and the blanket covered everything below.
I just got up, got dressed, and left. The guy
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didn't even get up I didn't want to wake him.
I was extremely confused and just figured that I had
spent the night with the guy. I had never been
into men and never done anything with a guy. I
was honestly freaked out. Three days later, I got a call.
It was the guy. He said, I left my headphones
there and wanted to make sure I got home okay,
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he said, I dropped the headphones on the ground when
I changed in the middle of the night. I was like,
what do you mean the middle of the night. He
explained that he had offered me a place to sleep
because I was too drunk to get on the subway
and I was fully clothed. But sometime in the middle
of the night, I got up, drank two shots of
liquor and danced in his room, asked him to record
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me dancing, and then passed out in the bed. I
became friends with him, and he sent me the video
of me dancing with no clothes in his room. I
still have that video today. Story three. I once had
way too much to drink at this bar that, oddly enough,
was inside a hotel. I must have gotten mixed up
because I woke up the next morning in a bed
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that wasn't mine, and I wasn't alone. There was a
couple in the bed, and they were very energetic for
that early in the day. The husband looked over at me, grinned,
and made a comment that suggested I was welcome to
join in the fun. Let's just say I politely declined,
grabbed my stuff, and made my escape. Later I learned
they were part of a whole group staying there for
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a special themed party. Apparently the hotel was hosting a
swinger's weekend. No one stole my wallet. I made it
home fine, and I have never again accepted a mystery
bed after a night out. Story four some years ago,
as a happily married man, I had a whirlwind week
of business travel that had me sleeping in a different
hotel every night. By the end of it. Utterly exhausted,
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I woke up in the dark and wasn't quite sure
where I was. I rolled over and felt a woman
next to me. For a split second, panic set in.
Dear God, what have I done? I braced myself for
the worst. Then it hit me. I was in my
own bed and the woman beside me was my wife.
Instant relief washed over me, and we both ended up
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laughing about it. Of course, we're divorced now, but that
trip had nothing to do with it. Story five, while
still living at my parents house, I woke up after
a night out at a club. It was still a
bit dark, but I saw someone next to me in bed.
I spent about fifteen minutes trying to figure out who
it was before I finally decided to take a closer look.
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Turns out it was just my extra blankets I used
to fill the space between the bed and the wall.
I decided I needed a lot more sleep before getting
out of bed. Story six. I went out with a
friend on a random Saturday night. I was eighteen, she
was about the same. By that age, I was already
a pretty heavy partier and drinker. That night started like
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most good stories do, drinking Carlo ROSSI in a graveyard.
I had an absolce blast. I vaguely remember meeting some
cute boys and heading to their house. I even tried
tequila for the first time. Briefly after that, everything went black.
I woke up in a loft bed next to a guy.
I was fully dressed, so yeah, pretty confused. He was
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dead asleep, and on the other side of him was
my friend not dressed and looking panicked. I picked up
on her vibes, quietly helped her get dressed, and we
got the hell out of there. My head was spinning
with worst case scenarios. I asked, are you okay? Should
we go to the hospital the police? Did he hurt you?
Her answer, O, MG, No. I had fun, but I
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just realized that my cousin and my mom would off
me if she found out what we did last night.
Welcome to rural northern California. Story seven. I was at
a hostel in the Philippines and woke up to some
drunk man bun dude squeezing into my bed. Mine was
the one next to the door, so I figured he
just stumbled in. I politely tried to tell him it
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wasn't his bed, but he refused to move, so I
violently kicked him off. It was hot as hell and
I had already been struggling to fall asleep earlier, so
this just pissed me off. Great trip, though. Story eight.
I woke up with an eye patch on. It was
November first, and I had somehow managed to pick up
a cute woman dressed as a pirate. I was so
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blacked out that I'd somehow charmed my way into being
with someone way out of my league. She later told
me I couldn't get to bring my little guy up,
making her regret her decision. Alcohol gives alcohol takes away.
Story nine. I was in college, staying near campus and
decided to go to a frat party. I chose to
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walk home before the liquor kicked in too much. By
the time I got home, I was blacking out. I
barely made it. I got to my bed and passed
out without even taking my shoes off. I woke up
on and off throughout the night, feeling someone next to me.
I figured it was a girl i'd been dating. She'd
come over if she got scared at night, or just
to sleep at my place. I never thought much of it.
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She cuddled me that night and it felt amazing. Guys
love being the little spoon. Sometimes. The sun woke me
up and I decided to go pee. I remember having
to step over her to get out of bed, losing
my balance because I was still drunk. I went to pee,
came back and noticed this was not the girl I
was dating. I then realized I was only wearing boxers
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and didn't remember getting undressed. My clothes were folded on
my computer chair next to a half eaten grilled cheese.
I immediately went to my roommate's room to ask who
the hell she was. He was in bed with his girlfriend.
I woke him up, and he said the girl claimed
she knew me. I was scared, so I went back
to the living area and waited until she woke up.
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Apparently she didn't have a ride home, and since she
lived far away, I drunken offered her a place to crash.
She helped me walk home, unlock the door because I
was out of it, and folded my clothes. Then she
made me a grilled cheese because I was drunkenly begging
for one. I ate half of it and laid down.
At first, she stayed on the couch, but said I
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was calling to her loudly like a banshee, so she
cuddled me until I fell asleep, and then she fell
asleep too. I was both embarrassed and thankful she really
took care of me. I took her home later and
we laughed about it. We stayed friends for a long
time and hung out more than a few times. We
were never more than friends because I was already dating someone.
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Sometimes I wonder if she was the one for me.
I don't know how we lost touch, and funny enough,
I don't even like grilled cheese. Story ten. Honestly, it
was terrible. I went to bed one night with my fiancee,
whom I loved, but the next morning that woman was
a stranger. She was cold and distant. That morning, she
admitted she had cheated the week before. I crushed. I
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didn't say a word, just walked out the door. Story eleven.
About fifteen years ago, during the first or second week
of college, my roommate got blackout drunk with a girl
we'd met at a party. We came back to the
dorm around two am, and I was pretty wasted. A
couple minutes later, our door opens and a girl jumps
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on the end of my bed, smiling at me. I
figured it was the same girl from the party, so
I was cool with it and just passed out. The
next morning, I wake up to find a girl in
my bed. She wakes up, looks at me, and I
realize it's not the girl from the party. She asks,
where's Mike. I am confused, so I say what. She
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throws something at my roommate Brad and yells Mike, wake up.
I respond, that's not Mike, that's Brad. She jumps out
of bed, grabs my blanket, runs into the hallway, and
vanishes forever. Later that day, my next door neighbor comes
up and says, hey, man, I am Mike. Did my
girlfriend crash in your room last night? Sorry about that.
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She got up to pea and never came back, and
that's how I ended up sleeping in the same bed
as my next door neighbor's half covered girlfriend on my birthday. No.
Less Story twelve. I was a witness, but technically was
my boyfriend. My boyfriend and I were home from college
hanging out at my house. We went out, got completely plastered,
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and passed out in my bed. In the middle of
the night. I hear my parents screaming with laughter. Turns
out my boyfriend had gotten up to pea, accidentally walked
into their room and nestled right between them. Both My
parents sleep in nothing and my boyfriend was only in
his boxers. My dad wakes up, realizes something is off,
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tries to wake my boyfriend, but he's completely out and unresponsive.
My parents can stop laughing. Eventually, I hear the commotion,
go retrieve my boyfriend and get him back to bed.
The next morning, when my boyfriend walks into breakfast, my
parents burst out, laughing all over again. He had zero
recollection of the entire thing. The best part my mom
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was undergoing chemotherapy and radiation at the time. She was
a shadow of her former self. We hadn't heard her
laugh in months. Seeing her laugh that night brought so
much light to a very dark time. My dad even
thanked my boyfriend the next morning for making her laugh.
She recovered, and we still joke about that moment to
this day. John, Thanks for bringing light to my mom
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in a time of complete darkness. Story thirteen. The stranger
wasn't in my bed. He was standing beside it, looking
down at me. He hadn't been in my apartment when
I went to bed. He had broken in and apparently
spent quite some time inside Before entering my bedroom. He'd
broken in through one door and created an exit that
took him past that door and out through another almost
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never used door. I chased him out, but lost him
in the alley behind my building. The police believed my
reactions saved me from an essay and possibly abduction. Unfortunately,
they never caught the guy story. Fourteen. About three years ago,
I went to visit a friend in NYC and stayed
with him and his room mats in Brooklyn. On night three,
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I got completely blacked out drunk, which hardly ever happens
to me, I swear. I woke up the next morning
as the third spoon in a bed with a couple
I'd never even met. Turns out, instead of sleeping on
my usual living room caught, I'd wandered into my friend's
bedroom to crash. Only in my drunken haze, I got
the room wrong and crawled into bed with his room
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mate and her boyfriend. I was totally confused and mortified
when I woke up. Luckily, they were super nice about
it and probably tell the story as a funny anecdote
at parties. But my god, was that horrible story. Fifteen.
I am eighteen and went to a rave in the
city with some people I didn't know very well, but
they were good guys. My tolerance for drink and drugs
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was pretty low, and the booze was extremely cheap, so
I ended up getting drunk pretty early. This is the
only time in my life I have blacked out. I
vaguely remember getting on a bus, ending up at the
end of the bus route, and then I remember being home.
No clue how I got home safe. After a couple
of hours of sleep, I woke up needing the toilet,
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pretty normal. Something felt wrong, though. I looked to my
left and saw a woman sleeping beside me. It was dark,
but I could tell she was older than me, which
only made things more confusing. My mind raced with explanations.
Did I manage to bring a girl home when I
was blacked out? Was I tripping from the drugs? Who knows?
I lay back down, too nervous to wake her up
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and ask. What felt like hours past until my older
brother popped his head into my bedroom, saw the girl
and asked who she was. I told him I had
no friggin idea. He chuckled and explained the situation. She
had come over and stayed the night with him, got
up to use the toilet in the night, mistakenly walked
into my room and went back to sleep. My and
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my brother's door are next to each other. Easy mistake.
He woke her up, covered her, and they left the room.
She was so embarrassed and never came over again. I
decided to drink more responsibly to insure no more spooky blackouts.
Story sixteen. I got ridiculously drunk in Flagstaff, AZ with
some tender girls who ditched me. Last thing I remember
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was being super wasted in and out of blackouts, begging
random people for a ride back to my place in Cottonwood,
about forty five minutes away. I have zero memory of
ever getting a ride. Next thing I know, I wake
up in Cornville, about a half hour from Flagstaff, fifteen
minutes from my house, lying on a random bed inside
a trailer. The guy wasn't in the bed with me,
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he was asleep on the hard linoleum floor. All my
stuff was neatly set up next to me. My purse
was there with everything inside. My phone was even plugged
in and charging, and I was completely unharmed. Being a small,
vulnerable girl, I really wanted to wake him up and
thank him, but he wouldn't budge at all, so I
wrote a note with my number in case he wanted
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an edible arrangement or something, then started walking. Luckily, an
sos on Facebook brought my friends running to my rescue,
so I didn't have to trek all the way. Honestly,
I probably would have crapped my pants and died of
dehydration along an Arizona highway. But hey, all is well,
that ends well. I don't drink anymore because I got
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so lucky that night. I just don't think I will
get that lucky again if I keep blacking out like that.
I waited for my mystery savior to text me and
ask for some kind of reward, but he never did,
so thank you. Random guy from Cornville story seventeen. When
I was married to my ex, he had some new
grad school friends over to hang out. I went out
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that night before they arrived. When I got home, I
found them all in the kitchen playing no never have
I ever. Not wanting to disturb them, I went straight
to bed and just texted my husband that I was home.
The next morning, I rolled over to my husband and
there was a complete stranger in our bed. I started screaming. Obviously,
the guy woke up screaming too. My husband rushed in
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and it was like a scene from a movie. Turns
out the guy had been pretty drunk the night before.
His friend Andrew asked to crash at our place instead
of driving home. They both remembered that conversation, but neither
of them could explain how Andrew ended up in our
bed while my husband was relegated to the couch. Story eighteen.
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I was around nineteen and at a weekend festival where
most people camped in tents. I got hammered on Saturday,
blacked out, and woke up on an air mattress in
someone else's tent. At some point in the morning, I
sat up to get my bearings and noticed a couple
in the tent, though not on the air mattress. The
guy sat up right after me and said, buddy, I
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don't know who you are, but you better get the
heck out of here. I didn't stick around to ask
any questions. Story nineteen. I got really drunk in Vegas
and some girl with her friends insisted on coming up
to my room. I kept telling her she didn't have to,
but she kept saying, let's go, let's go. We kissed twice,
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and then she immediately passed out in my bed, so
I did the same, with all of our clothes still on.
A few hours later, I woke up in a half
drunk state, having completely forgotten she was there. I looked
over and my brain went, what the hell where am I?
Then I quickly remembered and went back to sleep. When
I woke up again a few hours later, she was
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gone at it. For the record, nothing was stolen. She
was staying a few floors up with her cousins, so
she wasn't looking for a free room. We'd been flirting
all night, and she was drunk. I like to think
she really did want to come up, but passed out
the second she saw a bed. I don't have a
full memory of the night, but I am not the
kind of person to push myself on to someone who
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might not have the capacity to consent. Story twenty. My
story isn't exactly what this question seeks, but it's close.
In the college dorms, sometimes my roommate and I would
come in late and forget to lock the door. One night,
I woke up in the dark to a man reaching
under my covers, begging to climb into my bed with me.
My response, what the hecker you doing? He said, this
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is my bed, drunk high or both. I said, no,
it's friggin' not. He replied, dude, it's my bed. He
tried to get in again, and I pushed his stumbly
bum out of the room. I woke up my roommate
and we got him outside our door and locked it.
Both of us were wide awake, scratching and knocking with
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the handle. Wobbling continued for what felt like an eternity,
Yet we didn't learn our lesson. Months later, I woke
up around six a m. To my roommate saying, hey, man,
someone's in my bed. I had spent the night late
in the room with a friend who didn't leave until
three a m. And my half awake mind suspected it
was him. My response, ah, it's probably just him. Sorry
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about that. I didn't open my eyes. My roommate persisted.
He said, dude, he's not wearing anything but boxers and
it's not him. Eventually I looked, and sure enough, a
drunk guy came into our room while my roommate went
to the bathroom and passed out in his bed. TLDR,
Lock your Frigin' doors Story twenty one. I was going
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through a pretty nasty divorce. The last thing I recall
was drinking hard with a buddy of mine. I have
some vague recollections of going outside the bar and some
woman basically dragging me into a cab. I came to
with no clothes on, and it was obvious we had
had crazy, super rough boinking earlier that night. Then I
tried to find my clothes, some of which had been
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shredded when she ripped them off me. I called a cab.
She told me she was married and hadn't had anything
like that in years. I felt so crappy. I went outside,
jumped in the cab and found out where I was
a solid hour plus over one hundred dollar fare from
my house. I told the cabby what happened. He laughed
at me all the way. I was so drunk. It
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wasn't until I got home that I realized I didn't
have my coat and with it, my house keys. I
decided if it was at the lady's house, I was
just getting a new coat and keys. I grabbed the
spear and let myself in. My soon to be ex
wife had already moved out. I went back to the
bar the next day, found my coat and keys, and
closed my tab. Got st d tested a few weeks later,
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and spent the next few months hoping to God. I
didn't tell her where I lived and that her husband
didn't show up with a shotgun. All in all, would
not recommend. It. Convinced me that self medicating with alcohol
was not the way to get through the rough times
I was having, and I needed to get my crap
to together. Story twenty two. Not exactly waking up with
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a stranger, but I did wake up on a stranger's couch.
Once I looked around, sat up and saw a woman
staring at me. Startled, I realized I had no idea
who she was. Then I noticed my clothes on the floor,
so I half covered myself. She asked who I was,
and I gave my name before asking where Jill was,
the girl I thought i'd gone to see. She looked
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confused for a moment, then burst out laughing. Turns out
Jill's neighbor hadn't locked her door, and I had clearly
been very drunk. I'd apparently made myself a sandwich, drank
half a carton of orange juice, and then crashed on
her couch. Thank god, she was so nice. Skuyler, if
you're reading this, thank you for not calling the cops.
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Story twenty three. I wish this hadn't happened as often
as it has. As a tiny female. I am lucky
to be alive. One night stands out in particular. I
was out drinking with my dad. He was visiting, my
uncle and my brothers. Across from our table were two
guys visiting from Tennessee. At some point, my uncle started
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chatting with them and invited them to join our table.
One of the guys was very Matthew McConaughey like, so
naturally I tried to be subtly flirtatious. I drank a
lot that night, enough that I barely remember leaving the bar,
or even the fact that my family just let me
leave with these two random guys. I woke up in
their hotel room. Turns out there were seven guys sharing it.
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I had the entire bed to myself. They even put
the comforter over me while a couple of them took
the other bed and the rest slept on the floor.
One of the guys even went out and got breakfast
for all of us, including me. They tried to convince
me to go to the fish concert they were in
town for, but I had to work. Story twenty four.
Not a bed but kind of an abandoned trailer in
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the middle of the desert I found shelter and slept there,
then woke up to find another person inside. They didn't
know I was there either. When I stood up and
looked around, they were staring at me, wide eyed and
clearly freaked out. I didn't know what to do, so
we just looked at each other for a while. Not
knowing what else to say, I offered her some corn nuts.
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We both laughed, then shortly left without asking any questions.
That's the closest I ever got to a one night
stand story. Twenty five, I was at a bar in
Wilmington and got crazy drunk. I was hanging out with
some college kids because my buddy, who was there with me,
got laid so I was on my own and board.
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We did a ghost tour, saw some sights, and of
course hit a few bars on a crawl. I woke
up in my hotel room bed with my buddy's one
night stand. Apparently she had showered and crashed into the
bed after they were done and hadn't bothered to move.
We woke up spooning. It took me a good hour
of panic the next morning before I realized that I
had not in fact partaken in the leftover gravy stirring
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story twenty six. When I was staying and cusco Peru,
I didn't bring any oxygen supplements to help with the altitude.
Given that I smoked and drank heavily at the time,
I was surprised. I didn't have many issues, just some
shortness of breath. But when it came time to sleep,
everything changed. Falling asleep slowed my breathing, and my brain
started panicking from the oxygen deprivation. I was trapped in
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a terrifying cycle of intense nightmares, unable to fully wake
up into reality. It was agonizing. I was in a
sixteen person hostile dorm, so I imagine my distress was
loud enough to make others nervous. At one point I
woke to find a girl gently holding my head and
running her hands through my hair. The only thing I
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could ask was am I still dreaming? She laughed softly,
gave me some water and even some oxygen from a
small tank, which helped immensely. She stayed with me, holding
me as I finally drifted to sleep. When I woke
the next morning, she was gone. But waking up out
of that infinite nightmare and seeing her face feeling her
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gentle touch. It was like looking up at an angel.
Story twenty seven. I was in college and went out
way too hard on a Thursday night since I didn't
have class the next day. I woke up in my
own room to find a girl standing there getting dressed.
I was dumbfounded. She casually put on her jacket, said
I have to get to class, and left before I
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could even say a word. I never saw her again.
I tried asking friends who I came home with, but
everyone said I just disappeared. Her face is burned into
my mind, and now five years later, I still have
no clue what happened or who I spent the night with.
Story twenty eight. Probably not what you imagined. As a kid,
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I used to sleep walk at night, and in the
morning i'd have no recollection of what happened. When I
was about ten, I spent the night at a friend's house.
They had a fire going in the living room fireplace,
so my friend's mom decided to sleep on the couch
to keep keep an eye on it while the dad
went to bed in the parents' bedroom. Because the door
to their room was always closed, I'd never been inside,
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which made it very very disorienting the next morning when
I woke up in that bedroom right as my friend's
dad was getting out of bed. He had assumed during
the night that I was his son and didn't question
anything when I slipped into bed with him. Kudos to
him for not making it any more awkward than it
already was. And that's the story of how I woke
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up next to my friend's dad. Story twenty nine. I
got really drunk at a dorm party and ended up
carrying a passed out girl up three flights of stairs
the elevator was out. I plopped her in her bed,
took off her shoes, then passed out on the floor.
She woke me up by stepping on me and yelling.
I was too hung over to argue, so I just left.
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Story thirty. When I was about eighteen, I went to
a festival and got completely blackout drunk with my friends.
The next morning, I woke up in a I didn't recognize,
surrounded by three huge rugby players, all partially covered, and
I was two. One of them was spooning me. I
am a straight guy, so it was pretty surprising. Turns
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out they'd found me passed out next to the toilets
in the pouring rain, soaking wet and covered in mud.
They took me back to their tent to sleep it off,
and took my wet clothes off so I wouldn't get sick.
The guy spooning me just rolled over and spooned me
in his sleep. They lent me some dry clothes, and
later we all went to see some bands together. Eventually,
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my friends and I started camping with that group every
year at the festival. They're some of the best people
I've met. Story thirty one. Once I was at the
club mixing hard. It was a bit of a dive,
so I used to black out whenever we went there.
I'd wake up with zero memory of the girl I
was with. My phone had two percent batteries, so I
checked my notes. I used to save myself notes when
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I passed the point of no return. Sometimes they helped
me make sense of things, sometimes they made me laugh,
and sometimes they were just an incoherent mess. Mostly the latter,
there was a conversation between the girl and me where
we shared our names. It was a loud club and
some stupid joke about the band The Darkness, which must
have been playing at the time. Plus the fact we
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were wearing similar T shirts. When the girl woke up,
she started making jokes I didn't get clearly from the
night before. She accused me of not remembering the blinking
we did, and then asked if I even knew her name.
I confidently said her name from my notes, but it
was a different girl, of course it was. She kicked
me out pretty quickly after that. I found the other
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girl's number saved in my phone, and we hung out
a few times casually after. We became good friends, so
it ended up a good result. Story thirty two. When
I was eleven, I went to my friend's place for
a horror movie sleepover. I woke up to a four
year old boy her little brother, clinging to all my
blankets in fear he had eavesdropped on our sleepover after
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pretending to go to bed early, and was now convinced
a killer doll would off him in his sleep. Their
mom made us all hot chocolate, and he ended up
sleeping in her bed for the rest of the night.
Story thirty three. This reminds me of the guy who
showed up on the couch of my apartment in college
and stayed for weeks. I had three roommates I wasn't
particularly close with, and I basically only slept at the apartment,
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so I assumed he was a friend of one of them.
I'd stop in to eat or grab something, and there
he'd be sitting in his shorts, often playing video games
that belonged to my roommates on the couch. After about
a week, one of my roommates finally asked how long
my friend would be staying and if I could tell
him to at least ask before playing their games. I said,
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I don't know the guy. I thought he was yourer
Justin's friend. Nope. We went to the fourth roommate and
he didn't know him either. We had a little meeting
to decide what to do. Since I didn't spend much
time there. I said I didn't care how they handled it,
but honestly, I thought the whole situation was hilarious and
in a weird way, I respected the guy. If it
were up to me, I wouldn't say a word, just
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to see how it played out. Would he stay for
how long? Would he slowly try to gain power? A
couple of days went by and clearly no one had
spoken to him, because he was still there. Then a
beautiful thing happened. I came home to find him playing
video games with two of the roommates, chatting like old pals.
This went on for another week or two, the couch
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drifter fitting right in until one day he was just gone.
He must have been there for a good month or two.
Story thirty four. Not me, but a neighbor of mine
was in a fraternity and one night they all went
downtown and got completely wasted. He doesn't remember how he
got separated from his buddies, but he woke up in
a very soft bed with no idea where he was.
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He spotted a large, fluffy, flowered bathrobe hanging on the
back of the door and put it on. Hearing voices,
he wandered toward them and walked into the dining room,
where an all black family smile at him in relief.
My neighbor was a southern white guy. They were all
eating breakfast, and the father pulled out a chair beside
him and served up a heaping plate of scrambled eggs, grits, toast,
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and bacon. It turned out that in his drunken state,
my neighbor had stumbled across their car, climbed into the
back seat and passed out. Thankfully, everything ended well. He
stayed in touch with that family for a long time afterward.
Story thirty five. My freshman year roommate warned me on
day one that he was a sleepwalker. A few months later,
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I woke up to a weird smell, rolled over and
saw him standing in front of the microwave, watching an
entire loaf of bread spin around inside as the plastic
melted and smoke billowed into his face. I yelled, dude,
what the heck? He replied direct quote, it's fine, and
then just got back in bed. I ran over, opened
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the microwave, and shut it off. Thirty seconds later, the
fire alarms were blaring and the entire building was being evacuated.
We got downstairs, and I swear to god, he looked
at me and said, I bet some dumb jerk burnt
popcorn again. I still don't know how that guy made
it to eighteen without offering himself. Story thirty six. A
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friend of mine in college once woke up in a
random girl's bed, a girl she didn't know. She'd been
so drunk that she thought it was her own dorm room.
The door was open, so she just climbed into the
bed and slept. When she woke up, there was a
note next to her that said something like, Hey, I
don't know who you are, but you were really asleep
last night. Don't worry, it's cool if you crash here.
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I was going to spend the night at my boyfriend's.
Just please make sure you close the door when you leave. Ps.
I left you a glass of water on the night stand.
Apparently the girl had come back to her room found
my friend passed out on her bed and decided to
be really nice and just let her sleep it off.
Story thirty seven. I used to date a really crappy guy.
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We lived together for five years, and during that time
some seriously dicey stuff happened, but this one ranks in
the top five. It was a Sunday night around two
a m. And I was asleep in bed when I
woke up with the feeling that someone was staring at me.
Assuming it was my then boyfriend, I told him I
was trying to sleep and didn't want to do anything.
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Then I heard a laugh I'd never heard before. I
jumped out of bed and found a guy sitting on
the edge of it, laughing his butt off. I asked
who he was. He said, I am Andrew, your boyfriend's buddy.
Then he told me how my ex had told him
I was a prude and would be mad if he
came into our bed, But he didn't believe my ex
because the boyfriend was so cool, why would he date
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a boring girl. Then he asked if I wanted to
get high. I walked out and told my ex to
get rid of him and let me sleep since I
had to work in the morning. His reply, well, now
that you're up, can you take us to McDonald's Story
thirty eight. Not exactly the answer to the question, but
my dad told me something scary. After his stroke. Because
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he couldn't feel one side of his body, he would
sometimes wake up in the middle of the night thinking
a stranger had broken in and was lying next to him.
He had to calm himself down and remember that he'd
had a major stroke and that the person he thought
was beside him was actually himself. Story thirty nine. This
has happened to me multiple times because I black out
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really easily. But the craziest time went like this. I
was twenty one and had just gotten into a fight
with my girlfriend in front of her whole family at
their Christmas party. We were both drunk and broke up
for the fourth and final time that week. I stormed
out without my house keys, wallet, or phone. By then
I had drunk an entire leader to myself. I walked
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about two miles to the local bar, but realized I
didn't have any money, though I did have cigarettes, which
I used to trade for more shots. The next morning,
I woke up in bed with a couple twice my age,
more than forty miles away from my apartment. They said,
said nothing happened, You just cried a lot, and said
you had nowhere to go, So we took you in
and cuddled. The boyfriend drove me to work, and I
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moved out of state the following week. Edit. I am
happy to report this was almost a decade ago, and
I no longer drink that much or get myself into
chaotic situations like that story forty. Not sure if this counts,
but I woke up under an SUV while tailgating at
a Division I college with my pants around my knees,
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just pants. The game had already started, and as I
climbed out from underneath, I heard loud cheers. Oh his
awake from people I didn't know watching the game on
a TV outside the stadium. Turns out I had been
making out with one of their friends under the SUV.
After stumbling up and being really friendly, I passed out
mid fooling around, so she went into the game when
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I was awkwardly standing there after getting the rundown. They
offered me a beer and I just said, yeah, I
think I Am going to go home, then began the
three mile track back to my house. Story Forty one
after my father passed away, his sisters invited my family
to spend a summer weekend with them at a beach
resort town. It ended up being the vacation from hell
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for many reasons, but here's the part that fits the prompt.
The aunts didn't tell us they were bringing their extended family,
so we had thirteen people crammed into a one bedroom condo.
Most of us slept on the living room floor, which
was also the dining room and kitchen. On Saturday night,
my cousin stayed out late while the rest of us
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returned to the condo and went to sleep. The next morning,
we woke up to find a fourteenth person in the condo,
a guy in his late teens or early twenties. My
cousin explained that she'd met him while partying, and since
he didn't have a place to stay, she let him
crash with us. She led a complete stranger into the
room where her grandmother, mother, sister, aunts, and cousins, two
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of whom were children, were sleeping. Her side of the
family shrugged it off, but my side was livid. We've
never spent of a with them again. Story forty two.
I was a female in my mid twenties and fell
asleep in a man's hotel bed after a night of
drinking at a restaurant across from the hotel, and he
was over sixty. What could have been a recipe for
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disaster turned into him saying if I ever had a daughter,
I hoped she'd be just like you. I called you
a cab and here's your wallet. Be safe now. Story
forty three. I blacked out and woke up on a
toilet with no clothes on. I tried to flush it,
but the handle wasn't where it should be. I looked around.
This wasn't my apartment. My phone and clothes were on
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the floor, but my phone was dead. I had literally
just moved to this town the day before and didn't
even know my new address, so without a phone, I
was stuck in this apartment. I left the bathroom and
looked in the living room, where I found four girls
passed out along the couches. I didn't know any of them.
What the hell did I get myself into last night,
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I wondered. I opened the closest bedroom door and didn't
know that girl either. From what I remembered. It was
the first Friday of a new internship, and all the
interns had gone out drinking. I opened the final door
and saw a girl I recognized from the internship. She
had seemed interested in me that week, and I remembered
her taking many shots. I wasn't exactly keen on being
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involved with her, but considering how drunk I was, I
wouldn't put it past myself to do something like this.
I decided I was far too intoxicated to make any
other move, so I climbed into bed with her and
hoped I made the right call. Morning came and she
seemed cool with everything, so I sighed with relief and
asked her for a charger and a ride home. Story
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forty four. My family owns a big farm in Queensland, Australia.
It's mostly untouched bush land, but we leased the area
out to a cattle producer. Since we have breeding land,
we get a lot of calves every couple of years,
and there's a feral dog population that hangs around trying
to pick off the calves, so every few weeks or so.
I got on a several day hunting trip just walking around.
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It was the middle of a drought, so I couldn't
light a fire and just slept in a sleeping bag
under a tree in an area I knew pretty well.
It was a randomly cold night in summer, so I
was happy to get rugged up. I woke up in
the morning with my left leg feeling really tight. I
tried to shimmy my pants down inside the sleeping bag
because I thought they were just tangled. I felt something odd,
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so I unzipped the sleeping bag and there was a
red bellied black snake wrapped around my leg having a
good snooze. I was so dead tired, I wasn't even
freaking out. I just tapped it awake and said, hey, mate,
can you leave? It released my leg and just buggered off.
I should have been way more scared at the time,
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but I was completely wiped out from the day before.
Story forty five. I took a year off from school
and was working in Shanghai. I went through a bad
period and for about two weeks was waking up in
a different apartment with a different girl girl each night.
We went to karaoke one night with a big group,
and it just snowballed from there. I only remember flashes,
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like riding in a taxi with a girl and then
going into her place. I had no idea what her
name was or who she was. I remember stumbling alone
on the street to the subway at around one a m.
Trying to beat the closing time and failing. No idea
how I got home that night. Honestly, it was incredibly
eye opening afterward, and I realized how dangerous it was.
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I still don't remember much from that time frame, and
I am not sure I was sober for more than
a minute during it. Since then, I completely stopped drinking
and got my life together. I don't recommend anyone do
stuff like that, but it really helped me turn my
life around. I have a good career in family now,
but I always worry about falling back down that hole.
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Story forty six. I went to a bar with no
shoes on and only my passport no money. I wound
up in to make a plane and had to borrow
quarters from the guy I spent the night with so
I could take the train home and buy flip flops.
I dated him for a bit after Another time, my
roommate's boyfriend's roommates saw me making out with a stranger
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at a bus stop and could tell I had no
clue who that person was. He made me come home
with him. It was very strange to wake up next
to him after being nowhere near their house. Story forty seven.
I was in Munich for Octoberfest. Accommodation was incredibly expensive
and in high demand, so I booked my first night
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sleeping in a sleeping bag in a large communal tent.
For the following nights, I had secured a bunk in
a hostile dorm. That night, my accommodation was a rented
air mattress and sleeping bag in a tent with seven
other people. I had arrived in Munich late in the
evening and didn't get to do much before bed. The
campsite was quite far from the festivities, so my plan
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was to spend the night there, then check out early
and head to my hostel in the city center for
the real fun to begin the next day. The guy
on the airbed next to me, by contrast, had clearly
had a very wild day and was about to make
my night unforgettable. I'd spoken to him briefly when I arrived,
or rather tried to. I am English and don't speak French,
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and he was French and didn't speak English, so we
didn't have much to say to each other before I
turned in early to prepare for the next day, while
he went off to keep drinking. At one a m.
I was fast asleep, snuggled into my sleeping bag when
I was suddenly yanked violently off my air mattress and
onto the one next to me. Half asleep. Confused and frightened,
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I realized I was now lying on top of the
naked frenchman who apparently went to sleep o naturale. He
was grabbing and pulling at my sleeping bag, which was
still tightly wrapped around me, seemingly utterly confused that it
was already occupied. Dazed and disoriented, I scrambled off his
bare form and struggled back onto my own mattress. I
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stared at hi him in absolute confusion and whispered, what
the heck. His eyes, however, passed right through me, unseeing
and unfocused. He was staring into some distant place, trying
to understand why the sleeping bag had apparently crawled away
on its own. Then he promptly passed out on his bed,
snoring within seconds, still proudly displaying his wedding tackle for
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all the world to admire. Well, what else was I
supposed to do? So I rolled over and went back
to sleep for thirty minutes. At one thirty a m.
I was dragged from my bed a second time. The
guy was pretty strong and pulled me across him once again.
Get the hell off me, I demanded, in a stage whisper.
I really didn't want anyone else to wake up and
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find me tangled with him like this. He tugged insistently
at my sleeping bag, and this time I was awake
enough to understand what was going on. His sleeping bag
had disappeared to the same dimension as his clothes. It
was the early hours of a brisk set September morning,
and he was cold and trying to cover up. He
thought his duve had slipped off, and was too drunk
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to figure out why the duve was fighting back and
swearing at him in English. This time, after once again
escaping back to my own bed, I sat up and
looked around to try to find his sleeping bag or clothes.
I figured that if I found them for him, he'd
leave me alone. They were nowhere in sight. I had
no idea where the bag had gone, nor the clothes
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he must have been wearing before coming to bed. The
only thing I could see was his backpack, which I
wasn't about to rummage through. Before I could decide what
to do, his snores rolled across the tent again. He'd
passed out once more. All right, I thought, surely it
couldn't happen a third time. I thought wrong, grab, drag, swear, struggle, now,
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you French lout, this is my sleeping bag mine, get
off me. But this time was different. His eyes could
folk on me. He'd sobered up enough to realize that
the sentient struggling duvet was actually an irate Englishman. He
stared at me, bewilderment rolling behind his eyes, and this
time he spoke to me in French. I don't understand French,
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but even if I did, I'd bet money. He didn't
say anything intelligible. We engaged in a brief but heated
argument that went nowhere. He was clearly very cold and shivering. Now.
I watched him scramble around, looking for his actual sleeping bag.
I tried to talk to him, but he didn't seem
to hear me. Then he grabbed his backpack, pulled out
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a heavy coat, put it on, and collapsed back onto
the bed, already asleep again. I waited a little while,
this time keeping an eye out, but eventually I fell
asleep and slept undisturbed until I awoke to the morning
light and the commotion of the tents other occupants beginning
their day. Frenchy was still sound asleep, face down, snoring
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into his mattress, still wearing his coat, and still presenting
his cheeks to the world. We all politely ignored him,
but after I got dressed, I covered him with the
sleeping bag he'd fought so hard for during the night.
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People that have woken up in bed with a stranger.
What's your story? Story one at my brother and sister
in law's place in Brunswick, Georgia. My sister in law
had been subtly flirty with me all night. We were
all completely drunk on red wine, and my wife passed
out on the sofa while I staggered off to bed.
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I awoke in the wee hours with a large, warm
body fully pressed up against my back. I was immediately terrified.
It was my sister in law, and I thought I
was going to have to either make a scene or
do some serious explaining. Turns out it was my brother
in law's Rottweiler. I went back to sleep. Before we continue,
do us a quick favor, smash that like button and
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subscribe to support our channel. Story two. Once I drank
a lot and took meds, so I barely remembered the
night before. I woke up in a bed with my
clothes on the floor. There was another guy in the bed.
I assumed he was out of clothes too, because he
didn't have a shirt on and the blanket covered everything below.
I just got up, got dressed, and left. The guy
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didn't even get up I didn't want to wake him.
I was extremely confused and just figured that I had
spent the night with the guy. I had never been
into men and never done anything with a guy. I
was honestly freaked out. Three days later, I got a call.
It was the guy. He said, I left my headphones
there and wanted to make sure I got home okay,
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he said, I dropped the headphones on the ground when
I changed in the middle of the night. I was like,
what do you mean the middle of the night. He
explained that he had offered me a place to sleep
because I was too drunk to get on the subway
and I was fully clothed. But sometime in the middle
of the night, I got up, drank two shots of
liquor and danced in his room, asked him to record
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me dancing, and then passed out in the bed. I
became friends with him, and he sent me the video
of me dancing with no clothes in his room. I
still have that video today. Story three. I once had
way too much to drink at this bar that, oddly enough,
was inside a hotel. I must have gotten mixed up
because I woke up the next morning in a bed
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that wasn't mine, and I wasn't alone. There was a
couple in the bed, and they were very energetic for
that early in the day. The husband looked over at me, grinned,
and made a comment that suggested I was welcome to
join in the fun. Let's just say I politely declined,
grabbed my stuff, and made my escape. Later I learned
they were part of a whole group staying there for
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a special themed party. Apparently the hotel was hosting a
swinger's weekend. No one stole my wallet. I made it
home fine, and I have never again accepted a mystery
bed after a night out. Story four some years ago,
as a happily married man, I had a whirlwind week
of business travel that had me sleeping in a different
hotel every night. By the end of it. Utterly exhausted,
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I woke up in the dark and wasn't quite sure
where I was. I rolled over and felt a woman
next to me. For a split second, panic set in.
Dear God, what have I done? I braced myself for
the worst. Then it hit me. I was in my
own bed and the woman beside me was my wife.
Instant relief washed over me, and we both ended up
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laughing about it. Of course, we're divorced now, but that
trip had nothing to do with it. Story five, while
still living at my parents house, I woke up after
a night out at a club. It was still a
bit dark, but I saw someone next to me in bed.
I spent about fifteen minutes trying to figure out who
it was before I finally decided to take a closer look.
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Turns out it was just my extra blankets I used
to fill the space between the bed and the wall.
I decided I needed a lot more sleep before getting
out of bed. Story six. I went out with a
friend on a random Saturday night. I was eighteen, she
was about the same. By that age, I was already
a pretty heavy partier and drinker. That night started like
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most good stories do, drinking Carlo ROSSI in a graveyard.
I had an absolce blast. I vaguely remember meeting some
cute boys and heading to their house. I even tried
tequila for the first time. Briefly after that, everything went black.
I woke up in a loft bed next to a guy.
I was fully dressed, so yeah, pretty confused. He was
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dead asleep, and on the other side of him was
my friend not dressed and looking panicked. I picked up
on her vibes, quietly helped her get dressed, and we
got the hell out of there. My head was spinning
with worst case scenarios. I asked, are you okay? Should
we go to the hospital the police? Did he hurt you?
Her answer, O, MG, No. I had fun, but I
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just realized that my cousin and my mom would off
me if she found out what we did last night.
Welcome to rural northern California. Story seven. I was at
a hostel in the Philippines and woke up to some
drunk man bun dude squeezing into my bed. Mine was
the one next to the door, so I figured he
just stumbled in. I politely tried to tell him it
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wasn't his bed, but he refused to move, so I
violently kicked him off. It was hot as hell and
I had already been struggling to fall asleep earlier, so
this just pissed me off. Great trip, though. Story eight.
I woke up with an eye patch on. It was
November first, and I had somehow managed to pick up
a cute woman dressed as a pirate. I was so
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blacked out that I'd somehow charmed my way into being
with someone way out of my league. She later told
me I couldn't get to bring my little guy up,
making her regret her decision. Alcohol gives alcohol takes away.
Story nine. I was in college, staying near campus and
decided to go to a frat party. I chose to
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walk home before the liquor kicked in too much. By
the time I got home, I was blacking out. I
barely made it. I got to my bed and passed
out without even taking my shoes off. I woke up
on and off throughout the night, feeling someone next to me.
I figured it was a girl i'd been dating. She'd
come over if she got scared at night, or just
to sleep at my place. I never thought much of it.
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She cuddled me that night and it felt amazing. Guys
love being the little spoon. Sometimes. The sun woke me
up and I decided to go pee. I remember having
to step over her to get out of bed, losing
my balance because I was still drunk. I went to pee,
came back and noticed this was not the girl I
was dating. I then realized I was only wearing boxers
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and didn't remember getting undressed. My clothes were folded on
my computer chair next to a half eaten grilled cheese.
I immediately went to my roommate's room to ask who
the hell she was. He was in bed with his girlfriend.
I woke him up, and he said the girl claimed
she knew me. I was scared, so I went back
to the living area and waited until she woke up.
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Apparently she didn't have a ride home, and since she
lived far away, I drunken offered her a place to crash.
She helped me walk home, unlock the door because I
was out of it, and folded my clothes. Then she
made me a grilled cheese because I was drunkenly begging
for one. I ate half of it and laid down.
At first, she stayed on the couch, but said I
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was calling to her loudly like a banshee, so she
cuddled me until I fell asleep, and then she fell
asleep too. I was both embarrassed and thankful she really
took care of me. I took her home later and
we laughed about it. We stayed friends for a long
time and hung out more than a few times. We
were never more than friends because I was already dating someone.
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Sometimes I wonder if she was the one for me.
I don't know how we lost touch, and funny enough,
I don't even like grilled cheese. Story ten. Honestly, it
was terrible. I went to bed one night with my fiancee,
whom I loved, but the next morning that woman was
a stranger. She was cold and distant. That morning, she
admitted she had cheated the week before. I crushed. I
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didn't say a word, just walked out the door. Story eleven.
About fifteen years ago, during the first or second week
of college, my roommate got blackout drunk with a girl
we'd met at a party. We came back to the
dorm around two am, and I was pretty wasted. A
couple minutes later, our door opens and a girl jumps
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on the end of my bed, smiling at me. I
figured it was the same girl from the party, so
I was cool with it and just passed out. The
next morning, I wake up to find a girl in
my bed. She wakes up, looks at me, and I
realize it's not the girl from the party. She asks,
where's Mike. I am confused, so I say what. She
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throws something at my roommate Brad and yells Mike, wake up.
I respond, that's not Mike, that's Brad. She jumps out
of bed, grabs my blanket, runs into the hallway, and
vanishes forever. Later that day, my next door neighbor comes
up and says, hey, man, I am Mike. Did my
girlfriend crash in your room last night? Sorry about that.
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She got up to pea and never came back, and
that's how I ended up sleeping in the same bed
as my next door neighbor's half covered girlfriend on my birthday. No.
Less Story twelve. I was a witness, but technically was
my boyfriend. My boyfriend and I were home from college
hanging out at my house. We went out, got completely plastered,
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and passed out in my bed. In the middle of
the night. I hear my parents screaming with laughter. Turns
out my boyfriend had gotten up to pea, accidentally walked
into their room and nestled right between them. Both My
parents sleep in nothing and my boyfriend was only in
his boxers. My dad wakes up, realizes something is off,
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tries to wake my boyfriend, but he's completely out and unresponsive.
My parents can stop laughing. Eventually, I hear the commotion,
go retrieve my boyfriend and get him back to bed.
The next morning, when my boyfriend walks into breakfast, my
parents burst out, laughing all over again. He had zero
recollection of the entire thing. The best part my mom
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was undergoing chemotherapy and radiation at the time. She was
a shadow of her former self. We hadn't heard her
laugh in months. Seeing her laugh that night brought so
much light to a very dark time. My dad even
thanked my boyfriend the next morning for making her laugh.
She recovered, and we still joke about that moment to
this day. John, Thanks for bringing light to my mom
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in a time of complete darkness. Story thirteen. The stranger
wasn't in my bed. He was standing beside it, looking
down at me. He hadn't been in my apartment when
I went to bed. He had broken in and apparently
spent quite some time inside Before entering my bedroom. He'd
broken in through one door and created an exit that
took him past that door and out through another almost
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never used door. I chased him out, but lost him
in the alley behind my building. The police believed my
reactions saved me from an essay and possibly abduction. Unfortunately,
they never caught the guy story. Fourteen. About three years ago,
I went to visit a friend in NYC and stayed
with him and his room mats in Brooklyn. On night three,
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I got completely blacked out drunk, which hardly ever happens
to me, I swear. I woke up the next morning
as the third spoon in a bed with a couple
I'd never even met. Turns out, instead of sleeping on
my usual living room caught, I'd wandered into my friend's
bedroom to crash. Only in my drunken haze, I got
the room wrong and crawled into bed with his room
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mate and her boyfriend. I was totally confused and mortified
when I woke up. Luckily, they were super nice about
it and probably tell the story as a funny anecdote
at parties. But my god, was that horrible story. Fifteen.
I am eighteen and went to a rave in the
city with some people I didn't know very well, but
they were good guys. My tolerance for drink and drugs
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was pretty low, and the booze was extremely cheap, so
I ended up getting drunk pretty early. This is the
only time in my life I have blacked out. I
vaguely remember getting on a bus, ending up at the
end of the bus route, and then I remember being home.
No clue how I got home safe. After a couple
of hours of sleep, I woke up needing the toilet,
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pretty normal. Something felt wrong, though. I looked to my
left and saw a woman sleeping beside me. It was dark,
but I could tell she was older than me, which
only made things more confusing. My mind raced with explanations.
Did I manage to bring a girl home when I
was blacked out? Was I tripping from the drugs? Who knows?
I lay back down, too nervous to wake her up
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and ask. What felt like hours past until my older
brother popped his head into my bedroom, saw the girl
and asked who she was. I told him I had
no friggin idea. He chuckled and explained the situation. She
had come over and stayed the night with him, got
up to use the toilet in the night, mistakenly walked
into my room and went back to sleep. My and
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my brother's door are next to each other. Easy mistake.
He woke her up, covered her, and they left the room.
She was so embarrassed and never came over again. I
decided to drink more responsibly to insure no more spooky blackouts.
Story sixteen. I got ridiculously drunk in Flagstaff, AZ with
some tender girls who ditched me. Last thing I remember
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was being super wasted in and out of blackouts, begging
random people for a ride back to my place in Cottonwood,
about forty five minutes away. I have zero memory of
ever getting a ride. Next thing I know, I wake
up in Cornville, about a half hour from Flagstaff, fifteen
minutes from my house, lying on a random bed inside
a trailer. The guy wasn't in the bed with me,
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he was asleep on the hard linoleum floor. All my
stuff was neatly set up next to me. My purse
was there with everything inside. My phone was even plugged
in and charging, and I was completely unharmed. Being a small,
vulnerable girl, I really wanted to wake him up and
thank him, but he wouldn't budge at all, so I
wrote a note with my number in case he wanted
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an edible arrangement or something, then started walking. Luckily, an
sos on Facebook brought my friends running to my rescue,
so I didn't have to trek all the way. Honestly,
I probably would have crapped my pants and died of
dehydration along an Arizona highway. But hey, all is well,
that ends well. I don't drink anymore because I got
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so lucky that night. I just don't think I will
get that lucky again if I keep blacking out like that.
I waited for my mystery savior to text me and
ask for some kind of reward, but he never did,
so thank you. Random guy from Cornville story seventeen. When
I was married to my ex, he had some new
grad school friends over to hang out. I went out
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that night before they arrived. When I got home, I
found them all in the kitchen playing no never have
I ever. Not wanting to disturb them, I went straight
to bed and just texted my husband that I was home.
The next morning, I rolled over to my husband and
there was a complete stranger in our bed. I started screaming. Obviously,
the guy woke up screaming too. My husband rushed in
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and it was like a scene from a movie. Turns
out the guy had been pretty drunk the night before.
His friend Andrew asked to crash at our place instead
of driving home. They both remembered that conversation, but neither
of them could explain how Andrew ended up in our
bed while my husband was relegated to the couch. Story eighteen.
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I was around nineteen and at a weekend festival where
most people camped in tents. I got hammered on Saturday,
blacked out, and woke up on an air mattress in
someone else's tent. At some point in the morning, I
sat up to get my bearings and noticed a couple
in the tent, though not on the air mattress. The
guy sat up right after me and said, buddy, I
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don't know who you are, but you better get the
heck out of here. I didn't stick around to ask
any questions. Story nineteen. I got really drunk in Vegas
and some girl with her friends insisted on coming up
to my room. I kept telling her she didn't have to,
but she kept saying, let's go, let's go. We kissed twice,
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and then she immediately passed out in my bed, so
I did the same, with all of our clothes still on.
A few hours later, I woke up in a half
drunk state, having completely forgotten she was there. I looked
over and my brain went, what the hell where am I?
Then I quickly remembered and went back to sleep. When
I woke up again a few hours later, she was
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gone at it. For the record, nothing was stolen. She
was staying a few floors up with her cousins, so
she wasn't looking for a free room. We'd been flirting
all night, and she was drunk. I like to think
she really did want to come up, but passed out
the second she saw a bed. I don't have a
full memory of the night, but I am not the
kind of person to push myself on to someone who
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might not have the capacity to consent. Story twenty. My
story isn't exactly what this question seeks, but it's close.
In the college dorms, sometimes my roommate and I would
come in late and forget to lock the door. One night,
I woke up in the dark to a man reaching
under my covers, begging to climb into my bed with me.
My response, what the hecker you doing? He said, this
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is my bed, drunk high or both. I said, no,
it's friggin' not. He replied, dude, it's my bed. He
tried to get in again, and I pushed his stumbly
bum out of the room. I woke up my roommate
and we got him outside our door and locked it.
Both of us were wide awake, scratching and knocking with
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the handle. Wobbling continued for what felt like an eternity,
Yet we didn't learn our lesson. Months later, I woke
up around six a m. To my roommate saying, hey, man,
someone's in my bed. I had spent the night late
in the room with a friend who didn't leave until
three a m. And my half awake mind suspected it
was him. My response, ah, it's probably just him. Sorry
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about that. I didn't open my eyes. My roommate persisted.
He said, dude, he's not wearing anything but boxers and
it's not him. Eventually I looked, and sure enough, a
drunk guy came into our room while my roommate went
to the bathroom and passed out in his bed. TLDR,
Lock your Frigin' doors Story twenty one. I was going
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through a pretty nasty divorce. The last thing I recall
was drinking hard with a buddy of mine. I have
some vague recollections of going outside the bar and some
woman basically dragging me into a cab. I came to
with no clothes on, and it was obvious we had
had crazy, super rough boinking earlier that night. Then I
tried to find my clothes, some of which had been
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shredded when she ripped them off me. I called a cab.
She told me she was married and hadn't had anything
like that in years. I felt so crappy. I went outside,
jumped in the cab and found out where I was
a solid hour plus over one hundred dollar fare from
my house. I told the cabby what happened. He laughed
at me all the way. I was so drunk. It
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wasn't until I got home that I realized I didn't
have my coat and with it, my house keys. I
decided if it was at the lady's house, I was
just getting a new coat and keys. I grabbed the
spear and let myself in. My soon to be ex
wife had already moved out. I went back to the
bar the next day, found my coat and keys, and
closed my tab. Got st d tested a few weeks later,
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and spent the next few months hoping to God. I
didn't tell her where I lived and that her husband
didn't show up with a shotgun. All in all, would
not recommend. It. Convinced me that self medicating with alcohol
was not the way to get through the rough times
I was having, and I needed to get my crap
to together. Story twenty two. Not exactly waking up with
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a stranger, but I did wake up on a stranger's couch.
Once I looked around, sat up and saw a woman
staring at me. Startled, I realized I had no idea
who she was. Then I noticed my clothes on the floor,
so I half covered myself. She asked who I was,
and I gave my name before asking where Jill was,
the girl I thought i'd gone to see. She looked
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confused for a moment, then burst out laughing. Turns out
Jill's neighbor hadn't locked her door, and I had clearly
been very drunk. I'd apparently made myself a sandwich, drank
half a carton of orange juice, and then crashed on
her couch. Thank god, she was so nice. Skuyler, if
you're reading this, thank you for not calling the cops.
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Story twenty three. I wish this hadn't happened as often
as it has. As a tiny female. I am lucky
to be alive. One night stands out in particular. I
was out drinking with my dad. He was visiting, my
uncle and my brothers. Across from our table were two
guys visiting from Tennessee. At some point, my uncle started
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chatting with them and invited them to join our table.
One of the guys was very Matthew McConaughey like, so
naturally I tried to be subtly flirtatious. I drank a
lot that night, enough that I barely remember leaving the bar,
or even the fact that my family just let me
leave with these two random guys. I woke up in
their hotel room. Turns out there were seven guys sharing it.
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I had the entire bed to myself. They even put
the comforter over me while a couple of them took
the other bed and the rest slept on the floor.
One of the guys even went out and got breakfast
for all of us, including me. They tried to convince
me to go to the fish concert they were in
town for, but I had to work. Story twenty four.
Not a bed but kind of an abandoned trailer in
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the middle of the desert I found shelter and slept there,
then woke up to find another person inside. They didn't
know I was there either. When I stood up and
looked around, they were staring at me, wide eyed and
clearly freaked out. I didn't know what to do, so
we just looked at each other for a while. Not
knowing what else to say, I offered her some corn nuts.
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We both laughed, then shortly left without asking any questions.
That's the closest I ever got to a one night
stand story. Twenty five, I was at a bar in
Wilmington and got crazy drunk. I was hanging out with
some college kids because my buddy, who was there with me,
got laid so I was on my own and board.
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We did a ghost tour, saw some sights, and of
course hit a few bars on a crawl. I woke
up in my hotel room bed with my buddy's one
night stand. Apparently she had showered and crashed into the
bed after they were done and hadn't bothered to move.
We woke up spooning. It took me a good hour
of panic the next morning before I realized that I
had not in fact partaken in the leftover gravy stirring
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story twenty six. When I was staying and cusco Peru,
I didn't bring any oxygen supplements to help with the altitude.
Given that I smoked and drank heavily at the time,
I was surprised. I didn't have many issues, just some
shortness of breath. But when it came time to sleep,
everything changed. Falling asleep slowed my breathing, and my brain
started panicking from the oxygen deprivation. I was trapped in
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a terrifying cycle of intense nightmares, unable to fully wake
up into reality. It was agonizing. I was in a
sixteen person hostile dorm, so I imagine my distress was
loud enough to make others nervous. At one point I
woke to find a girl gently holding my head and
running her hands through my hair. The only thing I
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could ask was am I still dreaming? She laughed softly,
gave me some water and even some oxygen from a
small tank, which helped immensely. She stayed with me, holding
me as I finally drifted to sleep. When I woke
the next morning, she was gone. But waking up out
of that infinite nightmare and seeing her face feeling her
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gentle touch. It was like looking up at an angel.
Story twenty seven. I was in college and went out
way too hard on a Thursday night since I didn't
have class the next day. I woke up in my
own room to find a girl standing there getting dressed.
I was dumbfounded. She casually put on her jacket, said
I have to get to class, and left before I
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could even say a word. I never saw her again.
I tried asking friends who I came home with, but
everyone said I just disappeared. Her face is burned into
my mind, and now five years later, I still have
no clue what happened or who I spent the night with.
Story twenty eight. Probably not what you imagined. As a kid,
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I used to sleep walk at night, and in the
morning i'd have no recollection of what happened. When I
was about ten, I spent the night at a friend's house.
They had a fire going in the living room fireplace,
so my friend's mom decided to sleep on the couch
to keep keep an eye on it while the dad
went to bed in the parents' bedroom. Because the door
to their room was always closed, I'd never been inside,
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which made it very very disorienting the next morning when
I woke up in that bedroom right as my friend's
dad was getting out of bed. He had assumed during
the night that I was his son and didn't question
anything when I slipped into bed with him. Kudos to
him for not making it any more awkward than it
already was. And that's the story of how I woke
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up next to my friend's dad. Story twenty nine. I
got really drunk at a dorm party and ended up
carrying a passed out girl up three flights of stairs
the elevator was out. I plopped her in her bed,
took off her shoes, then passed out on the floor.
She woke me up by stepping on me and yelling.
I was too hung over to argue, so I just left.
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Story thirty. When I was about eighteen, I went to
a festival and got completely blackout drunk with my friends.
The next morning, I woke up in a I didn't recognize,
surrounded by three huge rugby players, all partially covered, and
I was two. One of them was spooning me. I
am a straight guy, so it was pretty surprising. Turns
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out they'd found me passed out next to the toilets
in the pouring rain, soaking wet and covered in mud.
They took me back to their tent to sleep it off,
and took my wet clothes off so I wouldn't get sick.
The guy spooning me just rolled over and spooned me
in his sleep. They lent me some dry clothes, and
later we all went to see some bands together. Eventually,
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my friends and I started camping with that group every
year at the festival. They're some of the best people
I've met. Story thirty one. Once I was at the
club mixing hard. It was a bit of a dive,
so I used to black out whenever we went there.
I'd wake up with zero memory of the girl I
was with. My phone had two percent batteries, so I
checked my notes. I used to save myself notes when
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I passed the point of no return. Sometimes they helped
me make sense of things, sometimes they made me laugh,
and sometimes they were just an incoherent mess. Mostly the latter,
there was a conversation between the girl and me where
we shared our names. It was a loud club and
some stupid joke about the band The Darkness, which must
have been playing at the time. Plus the fact we
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were wearing similar T shirts. When the girl woke up,
she started making jokes I didn't get clearly from the
night before. She accused me of not remembering the blinking
we did, and then asked if I even knew her name.
I confidently said her name from my notes, but it
was a different girl, of course it was. She kicked
me out pretty quickly after that. I found the other
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girl's number saved in my phone, and we hung out
a few times casually after. We became good friends, so
it ended up a good result. Story thirty two. When
I was eleven, I went to my friend's place for
a horror movie sleepover. I woke up to a four
year old boy her little brother, clinging to all my
blankets in fear he had eavesdropped on our sleepover after
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pretending to go to bed early, and was now convinced
a killer doll would off him in his sleep. Their
mom made us all hot chocolate, and he ended up
sleeping in her bed for the rest of the night.
Story thirty three. This reminds me of the guy who
showed up on the couch of my apartment in college
and stayed for weeks. I had three roommates I wasn't
particularly close with, and I basically only slept at the apartment,
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so I assumed he was a friend of one of them.
I'd stop in to eat or grab something, and there
he'd be sitting in his shorts, often playing video games
that belonged to my roommates on the couch. After about
a week, one of my roommates finally asked how long
my friend would be staying and if I could tell
him to at least ask before playing their games. I said,
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I don't know the guy. I thought he was yourer
Justin's friend. Nope. We went to the fourth roommate and
he didn't know him either. We had a little meeting
to decide what to do. Since I didn't spend much
time there. I said I didn't care how they handled it,
but honestly, I thought the whole situation was hilarious and
in a weird way, I respected the guy. If it
were up to me, I wouldn't say a word, just
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to see how it played out. Would he stay for
how long? Would he slowly try to gain power? A
couple of days went by and clearly no one had
spoken to him, because he was still there. Then a
beautiful thing happened. I came home to find him playing
video games with two of the roommates, chatting like old pals.
This went on for another week or two, the couch
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drifter fitting right in until one day he was just gone.
He must have been there for a good month or two.
Story thirty four. Not me, but a neighbor of mine
was in a fraternity and one night they all went
downtown and got completely wasted. He doesn't remember how he
got separated from his buddies, but he woke up in
a very soft bed with no idea where he was.
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He spotted a large, fluffy, flowered bathrobe hanging on the
back of the door and put it on. Hearing voices,
he wandered toward them and walked into the dining room,
where an all black family smile at him in relief.
My neighbor was a southern white guy. They were all
eating breakfast, and the father pulled out a chair beside
him and served up a heaping plate of scrambled eggs, grits, toast,
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and bacon. It turned out that in his drunken state,
my neighbor had stumbled across their car, climbed into the
back seat and passed out. Thankfully, everything ended well. He
stayed in touch with that family for a long time afterward.
Story thirty five. My freshman year roommate warned me on
day one that he was a sleepwalker. A few months later,
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I woke up to a weird smell, rolled over and
saw him standing in front of the microwave, watching an
entire loaf of bread spin around inside as the plastic
melted and smoke billowed into his face. I yelled, dude,
what the heck? He replied direct quote, it's fine, and
then just got back in bed. I ran over, opened
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the microwave, and shut it off. Thirty seconds later, the
fire alarms were blaring and the entire building was being evacuated.
We got downstairs, and I swear to god, he looked
at me and said, I bet some dumb jerk burnt
popcorn again. I still don't know how that guy made
it to eighteen without offering himself. Story thirty six. A
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friend of mine in college once woke up in a
random girl's bed, a girl she didn't know. She'd been
so drunk that she thought it was her own dorm room.
The door was open, so she just climbed into the
bed and slept. When she woke up, there was a
note next to her that said something like, Hey, I
don't know who you are, but you were really asleep
last night. Don't worry, it's cool if you crash here.
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I was going to spend the night at my boyfriend's.
Just please make sure you close the door when you leave. Ps.
I left you a glass of water on the night stand.
Apparently the girl had come back to her room found
my friend passed out on her bed and decided to
be really nice and just let her sleep it off.
Story thirty seven. I used to date a really crappy guy.
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We lived together for five years, and during that time
some seriously dicey stuff happened, but this one ranks in
the top five. It was a Sunday night around two
a m. And I was asleep in bed when I
woke up with the feeling that someone was staring at me.
Assuming it was my then boyfriend, I told him I
was trying to sleep and didn't want to do anything.
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Then I heard a laugh I'd never heard before. I
jumped out of bed and found a guy sitting on
the edge of it, laughing his butt off. I asked
who he was. He said, I am Andrew, your boyfriend's buddy.
Then he told me how my ex had told him
I was a prude and would be mad if he
came into our bed, But he didn't believe my ex
because the boyfriend was so cool, why would he date
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a boring girl. Then he asked if I wanted to
get high. I walked out and told my ex to
get rid of him and let me sleep since I
had to work in the morning. His reply, well, now
that you're up, can you take us to McDonald's Story
thirty eight. Not exactly the answer to the question, but
my dad told me something scary. After his stroke. Because
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he couldn't feel one side of his body, he would
sometimes wake up in the middle of the night thinking
a stranger had broken in and was lying next to him.
He had to calm himself down and remember that he'd
had a major stroke and that the person he thought
was beside him was actually himself. Story thirty nine. This
has happened to me multiple times because I black out
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really easily. But the craziest time went like this. I
was twenty one and had just gotten into a fight
with my girlfriend in front of her whole family at
their Christmas party. We were both drunk and broke up
for the fourth and final time that week. I stormed
out without my house keys, wallet, or phone. By then
I had drunk an entire leader to myself. I walked
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about two miles to the local bar, but realized I
didn't have any money, though I did have cigarettes, which
I used to trade for more shots. The next morning,
I woke up in bed with a couple twice my age,
more than forty miles away from my apartment. They said,
said nothing happened, You just cried a lot, and said
you had nowhere to go, So we took you in
and cuddled. The boyfriend drove me to work, and I
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moved out of state the following week. Edit. I am
happy to report this was almost a decade ago, and
I no longer drink that much or get myself into
chaotic situations like that story forty. Not sure if this counts,
but I woke up under an SUV while tailgating at
a Division I college with my pants around my knees,
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just pants. The game had already started, and as I
climbed out from underneath, I heard loud cheers. Oh his
awake from people I didn't know watching the game on
a TV outside the stadium. Turns out I had been
making out with one of their friends under the SUV.
After stumbling up and being really friendly, I passed out
mid fooling around, so she went into the game when
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I was awkwardly standing there after getting the rundown. They
offered me a beer and I just said, yeah, I
think I Am going to go home, then began the
three mile track back to my house. Story Forty one
after my father passed away, his sisters invited my family
to spend a summer weekend with them at a beach
resort town. It ended up being the vacation from hell
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for many reasons, but here's the part that fits the prompt.
The aunts didn't tell us they were bringing their extended family,
so we had thirteen people crammed into a one bedroom condo.
Most of us slept on the living room floor, which
was also the dining room and kitchen. On Saturday night,
my cousin stayed out late while the rest of us
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returned to the condo and went to sleep. The next morning,
we woke up to find a fourteenth person in the condo,
a guy in his late teens or early twenties. My
cousin explained that she'd met him while partying, and since
he didn't have a place to stay, she let him
crash with us. She led a complete stranger into the
room where her grandmother, mother, sister, aunts, and cousins, two
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of whom were children, were sleeping. Her side of the
family shrugged it off, but my side was livid. We've
never spent of a with them again. Story forty two.
I was a female in my mid twenties and fell
asleep in a man's hotel bed after a night of
drinking at a restaurant across from the hotel, and he
was over sixty. What could have been a recipe for
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disaster turned into him saying if I ever had a daughter,
I hoped she'd be just like you. I called you
a cab and here's your wallet. Be safe now. Story
forty three. I blacked out and woke up on a
toilet with no clothes on. I tried to flush it,
but the handle wasn't where it should be. I looked around.
This wasn't my apartment. My phone and clothes were on
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the floor, but my phone was dead. I had literally
just moved to this town the day before and didn't
even know my new address, so without a phone, I
was stuck in this apartment. I left the bathroom and
looked in the living room, where I found four girls
passed out along the couches. I didn't know any of them.
What the hell did I get myself into last night,
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I wondered. I opened the closest bedroom door and didn't
know that girl either. From what I remembered. It was
the first Friday of a new internship, and all the
interns had gone out drinking. I opened the final door
and saw a girl I recognized from the internship. She
had seemed interested in me that week, and I remembered
her taking many shots. I wasn't exactly keen on being
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involved with her, but considering how drunk I was, I
wouldn't put it past myself to do something like this.
I decided I was far too intoxicated to make any
other move, so I climbed into bed with her and
hoped I made the right call. Morning came and she
seemed cool with everything, so I sighed with relief and
asked her for a charger and a ride home. Story
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forty four. My family owns a big farm in Queensland, Australia.
It's mostly untouched bush land, but we leased the area
out to a cattle producer. Since we have breeding land,
we get a lot of calves every couple of years,
and there's a feral dog population that hangs around trying
to pick off the calves, so every few weeks or so.
I got on a several day hunting trip just walking around.
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It was the middle of a drought, so I couldn't
light a fire and just slept in a sleeping bag
under a tree in an area I knew pretty well.
It was a randomly cold night in summer, so I
was happy to get rugged up. I woke up in
the morning with my left leg feeling really tight. I
tried to shimmy my pants down inside the sleeping bag
because I thought they were just tangled. I felt something odd,
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so I unzipped the sleeping bag and there was a
red bellied black snake wrapped around my leg having a
good snooze. I was so dead tired, I wasn't even
freaking out. I just tapped it awake and said, hey, mate,
can you leave? It released my leg and just buggered off.
I should have been way more scared at the time,
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but I was completely wiped out from the day before.
Story forty five. I took a year off from school
and was working in Shanghai. I went through a bad
period and for about two weeks was waking up in
a different apartment with a different girl girl each night.
We went to karaoke one night with a big group,
and it just snowballed from there. I only remember flashes,
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like riding in a taxi with a girl and then
going into her place. I had no idea what her
name was or who she was. I remember stumbling alone
on the street to the subway at around one a m.
Trying to beat the closing time and failing. No idea
how I got home that night. Honestly, it was incredibly
eye opening afterward, and I realized how dangerous it was.
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I still don't remember much from that time frame, and
I am not sure I was sober for more than
a minute during it. Since then, I completely stopped drinking
and got my life together. I don't recommend anyone do
stuff like that, but it really helped me turn my
life around. I have a good career in family now,
but I always worry about falling back down that hole.
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Story forty six. I went to a bar with no
shoes on and only my passport no money. I wound
up in to make a plane and had to borrow
quarters from the guy I spent the night with so
I could take the train home and buy flip flops.
I dated him for a bit after Another time, my
roommate's boyfriend's roommates saw me making out with a stranger
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at a bus stop and could tell I had no
clue who that person was. He made me come home
with him. It was very strange to wake up next
to him after being nowhere near their house. Story forty seven.
I was in Munich for Octoberfest. Accommodation was incredibly expensive
and in high demand, so I booked my first night
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sleeping in a sleeping bag in a large communal tent.
For the following nights, I had secured a bunk in
a hostile dorm. That night, my accommodation was a rented
air mattress and sleeping bag in a tent with seven
other people. I had arrived in Munich late in the
evening and didn't get to do much before bed. The
campsite was quite far from the festivities, so my plan
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was to spend the night there, then check out early
and head to my hostel in the city center for
the real fun to begin the next day. The guy
on the airbed next to me, by contrast, had clearly
had a very wild day and was about to make
my night unforgettable. I'd spoken to him briefly when I arrived,
or rather tried to. I am English and don't speak French,
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and he was French and didn't speak English, so we
didn't have much to say to each other before I
turned in early to prepare for the next day, while
he went off to keep drinking. At one a m.
I was fast asleep, snuggled into my sleeping bag when
I was suddenly yanked violently off my air mattress and
onto the one next to me. Half asleep. Confused and frightened,
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I realized I was now lying on top of the
naked frenchman who apparently went to sleep o naturale. He
was grabbing and pulling at my sleeping bag, which was
still tightly wrapped around me, seemingly utterly confused that it
was already occupied. Dazed and disoriented, I scrambled off his
bare form and struggled back onto my own mattress. I
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stared at hi him in absolute confusion and whispered, what
the heck. His eyes, however, passed right through me, unseeing
and unfocused. He was staring into some distant place, trying
to understand why the sleeping bag had apparently crawled away
on its own. Then he promptly passed out on his bed,
snoring within seconds, still proudly displaying his wedding tackle for
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all the world to admire. Well, what else was I
supposed to do? So I rolled over and went back
to sleep for thirty minutes. At one thirty a m.
I was dragged from my bed a second time. The
guy was pretty strong and pulled me across him once again.
Get the hell off me, I demanded, in a stage whisper.
I really didn't want anyone else to wake up and
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find me tangled with him like this. He tugged insistently
at my sleeping bag, and this time I was awake
enough to understand what was going on. His sleeping bag
had disappeared to the same dimension as his clothes. It
was the early hours of a brisk set September morning,
and he was cold and trying to cover up. He
thought his duve had slipped off, and was too drunk
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to figure out why the duve was fighting back and
swearing at him in English. This time, after once again
escaping back to my own bed, I sat up and
looked around to try to find his sleeping bag or clothes.
I figured that if I found them for him, he'd
leave me alone. They were nowhere in sight. I had
no idea where the bag had gone, nor the clothes
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he must have been wearing before coming to bed. The
only thing I could see was his backpack, which I
wasn't about to rummage through. Before I could decide what
to do, his snores rolled across the tent again. He'd
passed out once more. All right, I thought, surely it
couldn't happen a third time. I thought wrong, grab, drag, swear, struggle, now,
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you French lout, this is my sleeping bag mine, get
off me. But this time was different. His eyes could
folk on me. He'd sobered up enough to realize that
the sentient struggling duvet was actually an irate Englishman. He
stared at me, bewilderment rolling behind his eyes, and this
time he spoke to me in French. I don't understand French,
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but even if I did, I'd bet money. He didn't
say anything intelligible. We engaged in a brief but heated
argument that went nowhere. He was clearly very cold and shivering. Now.
I watched him scramble around, looking for his actual sleeping bag.
I tried to talk to him, but he didn't seem
to hear me. Then he grabbed his backpack, pulled out
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a heavy coat, put it on, and collapsed back onto
the bed, already asleep again. I waited a little while,
this time keeping an eye out, but eventually I fell
asleep and slept undisturbed until I awoke to the morning
light and the commotion of the tents other occupants beginning
their day. Frenchy was still sound asleep, face down, snoring
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into his mattress, still wearing his coat, and still presenting
his cheeks to the world. We all politely ignored him,
but after I got dressed, I covered him with the
sleeping bag he'd fought so hard for during the night.
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