This morning I woke up clutching a fluorescent light bulb in my hand. I don't remember how it happened. This is less weird than you might think, because I can reach the light fitting from my bed and I am rather forgetful. But it's still fairly weird.
Better than — sleeping on one side — consequently having one arm slightly deprived of blood — then waking up screaming, momentarily thinking there’s a giant rat latching itself to your shoulder — only realising when turning on the light that it is in fact an arm. Which is what happened to me a couple of months ago.
Andrew / 8:19am / 15 February 2008