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Under a bridge in a park during a brief homeless stint.
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Some randos place in NYC when traveling on a whim with an ex. Met some dudes at a bar in Soho. 3 guys lived in basically a closet. One owned a vegetarian restaurant (it was actually nice). One was a gold trader (I drove him around the city one day. Lol). And the other…turned out to be the NYC subway flasher (the one at that time)
Long standby shift at a hotel (think Hilton style). My employer (not the hotel) had a storage room that was just an old hotel room with all the fittings taken out- No bed or couch, just storage racks. I got super bored, took a nap in the old bathtub.
The staff bathroom of an abandoned diner on top of a mountain in Japan. I was cycle touring, didn’t want to put up the tent if I could just go inside. The big windows and proximity to the road meant I didn’t want to be using a flashlight inside, so I went into the staff bathroom, no windows. Also no toilets or anything, just a bare tiled room. Weird place to sleep, but I went into the main area to make breakfast, it was an amazing view. Bonus for not getting the tent wet.
December 23, 1995: On a wooden basement staircase, in an empty house, with no heat, with my dog. My parents lost the house. All our stuff had been moved out. Our nervous dog wouldn’t settle. I couldn’t leave him. That was the last night I slept in the house where I grew up.
December 1998: On a basement floor near Ottawa. At least it was carpeted. Hammered after some party near a college. In the night, some angel draped a blanket over me. Best feeling of my life to that point. Some guy’s sister was kind to us.
May 2009: Coober Pedy, Australia. Slept in a hostel that was in a mine. Slept underground in a room with bunk beds and no windows. It was weird. Felt like a bomb shelter.
December 2011: Wadi Rum, Jordan. Slept outside under the stars on a sleeping mat on a rock of biblical proportion. The guy in the tent next to ours was snoring. Loudly. My partner couldn’t take it. We dragged our mattresses out onto a rock 300 m from camp. I reasoned — scorpions were less likely to find us. Coulda been wrong. Still here to tell the tale.
I’ve slept in some weird places.
In a supposedly haunted revolutionary war cemetery.
Not that weird compared to the other replies, but on a balcony
Various convention floors. Mother would take me to her various fiber arts things, I’d get tired, I’d sleep under a table with my coat on me, or wrapped around my arms.
I’d explode if I slept on the floor these days.
The cold tile floor of the marching band’s laundry room for about two hours. I had a severe migraine, and for me, that means I’m going to take a nap no matter where I am. It was about as comfortable as you can imagine.
I’m jealous that you can sleep with a migraine. I can’t
Sleep is one of the few things that put a dent in mine. When I started seeing Auras on people it was a sign to go to sleep in the next hour or so or face the weight of the cosmos right behind my left eye.
In a server room, multiple times, not amazing but the blinking lights are kinda fun to look at at it’s basically like a very loud white noise machine. Also it’s nice and cool.
Next to the exhaust vent of the local underground commuter rail (is that a metro or subway? It’s only for one stop). It got quite cold and vent provided a warm breeze. It was the last spot that night where security didn’t push me along from
On a bench in under construction zone of a subway station. I had to explain security guards hard enough that I was neither homeless nor a terrorist (the security there were pretty much anti-homeless).
Probably the floor of an airport. Everything was closed and the chairs weren’t an option, so I just picked a spot on the floor and used my bag as a pillow for about six hours before I got woken up by the morning cleaning people.
dog cage (it was voluntary, don’t worry, I was a strange kid)
Top shelf of a walk in closet that was obscured from view from the door.
Under a futon couch.
On the roof of the house in the angled portion where 2 downward slopes come together.
In the back of a truck in the back yard.
In the middle of a grassy area behind our garage
My parents used to wake me up at 4:30 in the morning to take a cold shower and then spend the next 4 hours doing religious worship. The only time I could read “Horrible secular books” like Mutiny on the Bounty, the three musketeers, and the man in the iron mask was late at night after everyone went to bed. I would stay up till 2:30-3:00am sometimes reading and I knew waking up at 4:30 was just not gonna happen.
Yeah, I got in a bunch of trouble when I came out of my hiding spot the next morning, but sometimes it was worth it.
When I was homeless I slept the kind of places homeless people sleep: Libraries, park benches, unused buildings, moving busses, the subway.
When I was in the Scouts I slept the kind of places adventurous campers sleep: an igloo I helped build, on top of and under picnic tables, brush lean-tos, under the stars on a mountaintop. The weirdest was probably one time the weather turned dangerous during a jamboree and we all decamped to the nearest YMCA and I slept on the hallway floor with a towel over my face because we couldn’t turn the lights off.
There was also the time I got locked out and couldn’t wake my wife up by phone or banging or yelling. It was one in the morning the coldest night of the year so I hopped the last train downtown and crashed in the break room at work on a massage chair.
