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).
A public toilet …it was cold outside
Inside a Trojan goat. No, I will not elaborate further.
In the classroom, on the floor, before class started, and was woken up when class was over.
What a nice teacher. :)
I wanted a nap in undergrad but didn’t have a lot of time between classes so, to avoid being disturbed, I climbed up onto a lecture hall roof to sleep. It was a really nice nap
Edit: also once when I worked at taco bell I napped on the boxes of sauce packets in the back
Just the other day I took a nap in a (dry at the time) runoff ditch behind a commercial plaza, bc if I drove home to nap I would’ve had less time to sleep
This guy naps
An art project/bench outside of my high school the last day of senior year while waiting for friends to finish finals. I forget the term, but the bench was covered in small glass/ceramic pieces to form a pattern on it. Super uncomfortable, would not recommend
Mosaic?
Yes! That is the word I was blanking on!
Long story on how I got there but I slept part of a night in the engine car of an old steam train in a city park.
In a supposedly haunted revolutionary war cemetery.
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.
I’ve slept on airplanes, which tend to fly over just about anywhere along their path, so technically over the top of lots of places, and if at least one of them wasn’t weird I’d be surprised
On a picnic table in a state park. I was sober, just very tired.
Under a bridge in a park during a brief homeless stint.
And.
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)
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.
Train station alley in Prague, Czechoslovakia.
On the floor of a Turkish community center. Alternatively, over the North Pole.
