I was walking in a large exhibit hall type space. I noticed two people walking ahead of me. There was a detail on the back of both of their jackets that caught my eye. It was a similar criss-cross pattern in white and purple. When I caught up to the pair, I recognized the male figure. He was with a blonde haired, fair looking woman. He was a friend from elementary school and the last time I had seen him was over ten years ago. We exchanged the typically conversations of old classmates catching up unexpectedly. We parted ways and he entered the hall. End of dream. So random.
I recall back in third grade, taking out the book " Where the Wild Things Are" from my elementary school library, then reading it over and over again until I had nightmares and couldn't read it again!
Bed was once a place of peace, rest, love and passion. today it's a mesh of little feet, punching, flighing fists, crying and laughing. Wet spots are no longer an achievement but a 4 year olds accident! Loving every minute of it, even with a kink int neck
I remember being horrified when I came back to my hotel room and finding my threadbare security blanket folded into a perfect square on top of the bed. Did the housekeeper know that although I was 32, I still needed it to help me sleep?
I woke up suddenly and I woke up out of breath, and on the floor near my bookcase, sitting down, crouched into a ball, I know I saw my friend who had passed, and she was there to say hello.
As I gazed upon those warm and round buns, I did not move my eyes, even though my body was in fluid motion, my eyes did not move, and I thought to myself, "wow, this is... wow"
So I am having this dream where someone is passing this loud fart, and it won't stop, it just keeps going and going, kinda like the energizer bunny, and I can't find who its coming from, but then I wake up, and I hear that sound coming from my very own behind
When we started dating I started to spend a lot more time in bed. It wasn't just the fucking, it was everything: eating, sleeping, talking, laughing, cuddling, movie watching. Sometimes whole days would go by with us just hanging out in bed.
Now that we are apart, I miss him most of all when I am in bed.
our matrimonial bed has been a place to laugh, make love, turn our backs to each other in anger, cry... but also the special place where our first child was conceived and born. It's old now, the springs stick out, but it's just right.
woken by the sound of my phone off the hook laying beside my head.. 530am. an incredibly dry mouth with the awful taste of Vodka still lingering. my paints around my knees and my sheets pulled away. i check my call log. last call, yes it’s her, 3am. call length, 28min, 46sec. the realization i have just passed out in the middle of phone sex..
I bought planks from Home Depot to support my mattress on the bed frame. I had them cut too short. When I used to sleep with someone else in my bed we would sometimes wake up to (or be interrupted during intimate activities by) a pop and crash, shocked and furiously irritated, having fallen through to the floor.
Soft and ethereal, a young woman always comes to me in dreams whenever I need her. I don't know who she is, but I always feel safe held against her breast. My guardian angel.
It's behind me now. I can not tell if its one or many, but they are getting closer. Their familiar but frightening, and they are after me. I have to keep moving forward, but to where. What is that ahead of me, a building, looks familiar so I run inside. I see a classroom, this is St. Rapheals, my old elementary school. How did I end up here. I sit down in my seat, surrounded by faces that I know, but cannot remember right away. They seem to be staring at me, why? I see an old girlfriend, but what is she doing here, what is everyone talking about. I look down, and realize I am in my underwear. How did this happen, where are my clothes? I fall to the ground to cover my embarrassment but the ground gives way and now I am falling. Falling, and they are falling with me. Why are they still after me, I have never been so scared in my life. The fall seems endless and they are almost upon me now. Then I wake up, and after a few seconds of breathing heavily, my eyes begin to focus in the darkness. I am in my room, and it was just another bad dream. A dream that has followed me my whole life.
I lay there.. another night unable to sleep while staring at the foot my oversized stuffed bear just won at the Ex... not bad for a 10 year old. The sweat poured down my forehead as I tried counting sheep but to no avail. Minutes passed like days as I tried ignoring the situation hoping I'd eventually drift away. With my arm dangling off the side of the bed, barely sleeping, something from under the bed touch my hand. How could it be?! Was it part of my dream? How will I ever fall asleep again??
Ready for a good night's sleep, I pulled down the covers ready to hop into bed. But there it was.. right smack in the middle.. a tiny white worm squirming. WTF!
I have been an insomniac for the past two years so my bed is a source of stress. When I look at it, I experience a sense of uncertainty and a loss of control. I no longer know what to expect from my bed.
A co-worker quietly smiling at me... reaching over and giving me the gentlest, sweetest kiss ever on my cheek. A simple gesture that felt so real and left me tingling when I awoke.
I was visiting Japan and was returning back to my friend's place after a weekend getaway. I was looking forward to getting some sleep and lifted the cover, only to find a large black spider had spun a web around itself in the middle of the futon. AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
I checked into a hotel on a recent trip which looked decent.. it was very homey. I brought in my lugage and quickly left to enjoy the sites of the town. I returned late from my outing exhausted and looking forward to a good nights sleep only to notice above the bed in the corner was about 300 mosquitos. How did I not notice this before? Since it was too late to change rooms or let alone let anyone know, I took my pillow and sheets and tried to sleep in the bathroom.
This couple shared a house and a single bed for many, many years. (i oft marvelled how they could do it!) One day they made the switch to a larger bed and that same year they separated. Who knew?!
I just threw out two love letters given to me by a man who I shared a few amazing months 10 years ago. He was a dream and, as it turned out, that was all. He left for Montreal to write a book and it ended there. I photographed him wearing only the fedora I bought him a few days before. He stood there confidently crossing his arms over his bare chest looking somewhat stoic and very sexy. I took the photo while sitting on his bed in his simply furnished rented room. Here we would talk, make love, drink tea, smoke cigarettes, laugh, and plan our next adventures.
I was lying on my stomach in bed, watching a restricted movie. I shifted forward in arousal and felt a sharp pain in my penis. I rolled to my side and looked down. To my horror I saw that I had split my vein. The spurting blood subsided as my erection waned. Luckily no permanent damage.
I don't drive. In my dreams I am always saving the day by driving in some emergency, perfectly and with no licence. Usually to rescue one of the dead people, who have simply changed their location...
I was in the living room of my deceased grandparents' bungalow in Scarborough. Across from me was my parents dead dog but she was zombified! She snapped at me.
At that moment I realized I was dreaming and I screamed "I'm having a lucid dream!". Speaking the words gave me the power to turn zombie-dog back into her old self.
Throughout the dream I was confronted with a series of living and dead "dark" versions of people and animals I knew. As the dream progressed and the importance of each character to me increased, it became more difficult to stay lucid and therefore change them into their "light" versions.
The last confrontation was with my mother. She had black spots in her eyes and her skin was oozing an animate black tar. She stepped menacingly towards me, and I labored to transform her. I felt my Self slipping just before I saw her face as I'd like to remember it.
I lost the last of my awareness and floated through my dreams
Whenever the world turns its back on me ... Whenever I feel like the walls are closing in on me ... Whenever I feel that I can't take it anymore ... I run back to you
one of the nastiest nightmares ever: I was panicking because my essay was due and I didn't have it done, then I woke up, and I realized, I finished University 5 years ago... what the heck!
Tickle fights, naps, tears, excrutiating pain, bouncing, movies, runny noses, photo shoots, smiles, love bites, hand shakes. The past. And now...just me and my cat.
Waking up with the sun pouring in, the duvet keeping me warm, and my futon being exactly the full size of my room. I woke up every morning happy in my cave, because this was my bed, in my apartment, in New York, or more precisely, in Williamsburg. I was living my dream.
Boyfriend at the time was house-sitting for his boss. We had our first time together in his boss's bed! It was amazing and we somehow managed to rip the duvet open.
We awoke the next morning to a room sprinkled in white feathers, and out the window, the year's first snowfall gently coming down.
About 5, almost 6 yrs ago, this same event was being held. My then-boyfriend, and his friend had one of the gladstone bedrooms as their exhibit. We (my boyfriend and I) decided to sneak into it and lock the door during some "down" time; as things were JUST about to get started, his friend and some exhibit-goers attempted to come in. We could hear their frustrations:("why is this door LOCKED?!" "Who has the key??!") They started rattling the doorknob and knocking on the door,trying to get in... we quickly jumped up from the bed, and hand-in-hand we opened the door and bolted from the bedroom with our heads down, as his friend and the people who were trying to get in, laughed!! A good, but def. very embarassing but memorable memory!
After dropping out of high school I spent a lot of time sleeping at other people's houses, usually on the floor ... and during that time I came to depend upon the army trench coat I'd bought at some long forgotten surplus shop. On warmer nights it was a pillow ... but on wintery evenings it was my security blanket. It was quite smart looking when worn properly and this led to an eventual romantic relation with a young girl. I don't really remember her bed. It wasn't mine. The coat was.
When I was 8 or 9 years old one summer afternoon I gave instructions to a group of my friends in the fine art of self gratification. Innocently, I thought I had learned some serious answers on my own and simply wanted to share it amongst friends.
He was tall, strong, beautiful with long golden wheat hair back in a ponytail (it was the grunge era). He stops....stares at me...lets his hair loose and...proceeds to whip it at me I lay there shocked...
waking up...groggy smelling of tequila shots, i pick my fully clothed self up off of the carpet floor to look out the window and see.....my house across the street
Newly discovered orgasm and rushing to my bed throughout the day to masturbate. The bed- a place of indulgence and fantasy. Alone finally and completely in a place where I could discover my own body and mind. Lay down to rest and daydream or crawl into nakedness, under the covers. It is true the bed is a platform for sex and sleep with others but it is more intimate for the self with the self. I can be, think and do anything I want there. It is the place I first had sex - in a dream - while in reality still being a virgin. Strangely I had sex with James Garner - over twenty years later I'm still not sure whether anything will compare to that moment of orgasmic climax. The bed allows us to guiltlessly cheat on our our mates and have sex with their best friends or many people at once, or with the same sex. It is the freedom that connects our mind and body to our self. It is a holy place of regeneration and rejuvenation. It is a temptation. It is a cage we escape to when the real world is to dark and cold. It is damp with our moisture, as we work into it and out of it, all of our hopes and fears. - catharine.
...looking down on her right before I leave for work, her body spread over the bed, looking like an angel in a blissfully relaxed state... her look warming my soul...ohh how I wanted to ravage her... Too bad i was late for work...
my old roommate and snuggling with them when i could not sleep. i now have to reason with myself at 4am if it is appropriate to cab over in order to sleep.
I have had countless memories in my bed, from wetting it as a child to conceiving my own child. My bed has heard my prayers, curse my enemies, praise my loved ones and wondered why my plans for world domination always fall thru. Yes, my bed is a big part of my life, I've spent almost 1/3 of my life in it. Too bad I threw it out last week...
My mom waking me up in the morning as a child with "rise and shine, rise and shine!" and me yelling at her to shut up. Though I didn't know it then, she was actually giving me pretty good advice.
My partner steal the covers, apologizes and doesn't remember anything in the morning. I love him all the same, but have considered the idea of getting two duvets or inventing some kind of elastic band system to hold my side down.
When I was about five, I had a cute yellow cotton nightgown with a cartoon koala bear screened on the front. I wore it every night for months before discovering one night under the covers that the bear glowed in the dark. No one told me! It was pretty amazing.
I would drink cranberry juice after everytime we had sex. I remember very distinctly the pang of something missing the first time I drank cranberry juice without the sex more than a year later.
When I was a child I believed the bed ate my socks. As a teenager, it was the place where all my dreams and ambitions began to form. Now that I'm an adult, my bed is nightly reminder of how alone I am.
My best friend and I used to sit in my bed and talk about sex or God or anything personal. I miss how we could tell each other anything and not be afraid.
It used to be that I could find reprieve in my bed but now it's too big and too warm and I wake up far too soon. All those times I whined about him having his back to me - well, now I realize how lucky I was to have his back there at all.
I attended Come Up to My Room this year, and really enjoyed your installation. I posted some pictures on my Flickr account and thought you might be interested to check them out. http://www.flickr.com/photos/39017338@N08/sets/72157623298428068/
As for my bed memory, it is slowly drifting, and just when about to leap to the other side, i feel as if i am falling and wake up panicking... on the other hand, I never held court in my bed... something to consider?
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Embarrassing midnight sticky wetness
I was walking in a large exhibit hall type space. I noticed two people walking ahead of me. There was a detail on the back of both of their jackets that caught my eye. It was a similar criss-cross pattern in white and purple. When I caught up to the pair, I recognized the male figure. He was with a blonde haired, fair looking woman. He was a friend from elementary school and the last time I had seen him was over ten years ago. We exchanged the typically conversations of old classmates catching up unexpectedly. We parted ways and he entered the hall. End of dream. So random.
I recall back in third grade, taking out the book " Where the Wild Things Are" from my elementary school library, then reading it over and over again until I had nightmares and couldn't read it again!
People who are close to me and have passed on, always visit me in my dreams.
Bed was once a place of peace, rest, love and passion.
today it's a mesh of little feet, punching, flighing
fists, crying and laughing. Wet spots are no longer an
achievement but a 4 year olds accident!
Loving every minute of it, even with a kink int neck
I remember being horrified when I came back to my hotel room and finding my threadbare security blanket folded into a perfect square on top of the bed. Did the housekeeper know that although I was 32, I still needed it to help me sleep?
I woke up suddenly and I woke up out of breath, and on the floor near my bookcase, sitting down, crouched into a ball, I know I saw my friend who had passed, and she was there to say hello.
As I gazed upon those warm and round buns, I did not move my eyes, even though my body was in fluid motion, my eyes did not move, and I thought to myself, "wow, this is... wow"
A killer dutch oven...
She had a great ass...
I didn't go to work that day, I just cried and cried, and I lay there wondering, why did I get stuck with this blood relation.
I've written and continue to write most of my songs on my bed
So I am having this dream where someone is passing this loud fart, and it won't stop, it just keeps going and going, kinda like the energizer bunny, and I can't find who its coming from, but then I wake up, and I hear that sound coming from my very own behind
I climbed out of my crib, and fell on to my head...
When we started dating I started to spend a lot more time in bed. It wasn't just the fucking, it was everything: eating, sleeping, talking, laughing, cuddling, movie watching. Sometimes whole days would go by with us just hanging out in bed.
Now that we are apart, I miss him most of all when I am in bed.
our matrimonial bed has been a place to laugh, make love, turn our backs to each other in anger, cry... but also the special place where our first child was conceived and born. It's old now, the springs stick out, but it's just right.
My room is nice during the day, but scary and too dark at night. I sleep with my mommy.
Age 4
I'm an insomniac and my bed is the most frustrating piece of furniture I own.
One of my favourite dreams has been swimming in a beautiful blue ocean with some very friendly and playful penguins.
woken by the sound of my phone off the hook laying beside my head.. 530am. an incredibly dry mouth with the awful taste of Vodka still lingering. my paints around my knees and my sheets pulled away. i check my call log. last call, yes it’s her, 3am. call length, 28min, 46sec. the realization i have just passed out in the middle of phone sex..
I bought planks from Home Depot to support my mattress on the bed frame. I had them cut too short. When I used to sleep with someone else in my bed we would sometimes wake up to (or be interrupted during intimate activities by) a pop and crash, shocked and furiously irritated, having fallen through to the floor.
Soft and ethereal, a young woman always comes to me in dreams whenever I need her. I don't know who she is, but I always feel safe held against her breast. My guardian angel.
a place of refuge where my dreams can advise me of warning signs in my life Or dreams the tell me of good things to come.
Was Having sex and one of the legs broke.... funny and disturbing all at the same time
Was Having sex on it whent he leg broke... funn yin retrospect... don't recall if we actually finished what we started :)
I love our single bed.
spider bites!
It's behind me now. I can not tell if its one or many, but they are getting closer. Their familiar but frightening, and they are after me. I have to keep moving forward, but to where. What is that ahead of me, a building, looks familiar so I run inside. I see a classroom, this is St. Rapheals, my old elementary school. How did I end up here. I sit down in my seat, surrounded by faces that I know, but cannot remember right away. They seem to be staring at me, why? I see an old girlfriend, but what is she doing here, what is everyone talking about. I look down, and realize I am in my underwear. How did this happen, where are my clothes? I fall to the ground to cover my embarrassment but the ground gives way and now I am falling. Falling, and they are falling with me. Why are they still after me, I have never been so scared in my life. The fall seems endless and they are almost upon me now. Then I wake up, and after a few seconds of breathing heavily, my eyes begin to focus in the darkness. I am in my room, and it was just another bad dream. A dream that has followed me my whole life.
I lay there.. another night unable to sleep while staring at the foot my oversized stuffed bear just won at the Ex... not bad for a 10 year old. The sweat poured down my forehead as I tried counting sheep but to no avail. Minutes passed like days as I tried ignoring the situation hoping I'd eventually drift away. With my arm dangling off the side of the bed, barely sleeping, something from under the bed touch my hand. How could it be?! Was it part of my dream? How will I ever fall asleep again??
Ready for a good night's sleep, I pulled down the covers ready to hop into bed. But there it was.. right smack in the middle.. a tiny white worm squirming. WTF!
Sweet dreams of jumping 40 feet high and feeling the butterflies in my stomach... Awesome!
I have been an insomniac for the past two years so my bed is a source of stress. When I look at it, I experience a sense of uncertainty and a loss of control. I no longer know what to expect from my bed.
My bed is something that I have difficulty getting into at night but it's even harder to get out of in the morning.
A pool of vomit... and a headache from hell.
A co-worker quietly smiling at me... reaching over and giving me the gentlest, sweetest kiss ever on my cheek. A simple gesture that felt so real and left me tingling when I awoke.
I was visiting Japan and was returning back to my friend's place after a weekend getaway. I was looking forward to getting some sleep and lifted the cover, only to find a large black spider had spun a web around itself in the middle of the futon. AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
I checked into a hotel on a recent trip which looked decent.. it was very homey. I brought in my lugage and quickly left to enjoy the sites of the town. I returned late from my outing exhausted and looking forward to a good nights sleep only to notice above the bed in the corner was about 300 mosquitos. How did I not notice this before? Since it was too late to change rooms or let alone let anyone know, I took my pillow and sheets and tried to sleep in the bathroom.
morning farts that rock the house!
the strange twitch when suddenly waking from dreams of falling.
try waking up to tits in your face...great way to wake up
This couple shared a house and a single bed for many, many years. (i oft marvelled how they could do it!) One day they made the switch to a larger bed and that same year they separated. Who knew?!
I just threw out two love letters given to me by a man who I shared a few amazing months 10 years ago. He was a dream and, as it turned out, that was all. He left for Montreal to write a book and it ended there. I photographed him wearing only the fedora I bought him a few days before. He stood there confidently crossing his arms over his bare chest looking somewhat stoic and very sexy. I took the photo while sitting on his bed in his simply furnished rented room. Here we would talk, make love, drink tea, smoke cigarettes, laugh, and plan our next adventures.
I was lying on my stomach in bed, watching a restricted movie. I shifted forward in arousal and felt a sharp pain in my penis. I rolled to my side and looked down. To my horror I saw that I had split my vein. The spurting blood subsided as my erection waned. Luckily no permanent damage.
I don't drive. In my dreams I am always saving the day by driving in some emergency, perfectly and with no licence. Usually to rescue one of the dead people, who have simply changed their location...
I was in the living room of my deceased grandparents' bungalow in Scarborough. Across from me was my parents dead dog but she was zombified! She snapped at me.
At that moment I realized I was dreaming and I screamed "I'm having a lucid dream!". Speaking the words gave me the power to turn zombie-dog back into her old self.
Throughout the dream I was confronted with a series of living and dead "dark" versions of people and animals I knew. As the dream progressed and the importance of each character to me increased, it became more difficult to stay lucid and therefore change them into their "light" versions.
The last confrontation was with my mother. She had black spots in her eyes and her skin was oozing an animate black tar. She stepped menacingly towards me, and I labored to transform her. I felt my Self slipping just before I saw her face as I'd like to remember it.
I lost the last of my awareness and floated through my dreams
Whenever the world turns its back on me ...
Whenever I feel like the walls are closing in on me ...
Whenever I feel that I can't take it anymore ...
I run back to you
work dreams...
fillet, offset, copy, paste.
i need a new job...
The first time he slept over I was restless, but every time I tossed, I felt soft soft kisses. It was the best worst sleep I've ever had.
Not understanding Grandpa was "Gone".
one of the nastiest nightmares ever: I was panicking because my essay was due and I didn't have it done, then I woke up, and I realized, I finished University 5 years ago... what the heck!
..my bed is my rehab.
tired
depressed
hung-over
strung out
sad
sick
stressed
that’s where you'll find me..
i pee'd in it, just to mark my territory.
... i dont remember..
Jamaica, the Caves, king size, four feet from the floor, hot sex, late afternoon, to the sounds of heavy tropical rainfall
if only my bed could tell you..
Tickle fights, naps, tears, excrutiating pain, bouncing, movies, runny noses, photo shoots, smiles, love bites, hand shakes.
The past.
And now...just me and my cat.
Waking up with the sun pouring in, the duvet keeping me warm, and my futon being exactly the full size of my room. I woke up every morning happy in my cave, because this was my bed, in my apartment, in New York, or more precisely, in Williamsburg. I was living my dream.
Boyfriend at the time was house-sitting for his boss. We had our first time together in his boss's bed! It was amazing and we somehow managed to rip the duvet open.
We awoke the next morning to a room sprinkled in white feathers, and out the window, the year's first snowfall gently coming down.
About 5, almost 6 yrs ago, this same event was being held. My then-boyfriend, and his friend had one of the gladstone bedrooms as their exhibit. We (my boyfriend and I) decided to sneak into it and lock the door during some "down" time; as things were JUST about to get started, his friend and some exhibit-goers attempted to come in. We could hear their frustrations:("why is this door LOCKED?!" "Who has the key??!") They started rattling the doorknob and knocking on the door,trying to get in... we quickly jumped up from the bed, and hand-in-hand we opened the door and bolted from the bedroom with our heads down, as his friend and the people who were trying to get in, laughed!! A good, but def. very embarassing but memorable memory!
After dropping out of high school I spent a lot of time sleeping at other people's houses, usually on the floor ... and during that time I came to depend upon the army trench coat I'd bought at some long forgotten surplus shop. On warmer nights it was a pillow ... but on wintery evenings it was my security blanket. It was quite smart looking when worn properly and this led to an eventual romantic relation with a young girl. I don't really remember her bed. It wasn't mine. The coat was.
i had a good bed, but my bed now sucks, it hurts my back, I need to buy a new one
falling asleep to Nirvana!
this comment was too X-rated, so it has been removed
i'm confused, I am sad, but I am also clear as a blue sky, and as happy as can be... I am tired...
sleeping beside her, I felt cold... that was one of the early indicators of a broken relationship
When I was 8 or 9 years old one summer afternoon I gave instructions to a group of my friends in the fine art of self gratification. Innocently, I thought I had learned some serious answers on my own and simply wanted to share it amongst friends.
The horror of bed wetting until my mid teens and early twenties.
dream dream dream
Lake Louise, 9th floor, window, for all to see...
I remember 5 years ago in FL, lying down on my best friends bed after after an eventful night and just laughing ourselves to sleep...RIP Leila
He was tall, strong, beautiful with long golden wheat hair back in a ponytail (it was the grunge era). He stops....stares at me...lets his hair loose and...proceeds to whip it at me
I lay there shocked...
waking up...groggy smelling of tequila shots, i pick my fully clothed self up off of the carpet floor to look out the window and see.....my house across the street
Newly discovered orgasm and rushing to my bed throughout the day to masturbate. The bed- a place of indulgence and fantasy. Alone finally and completely in a place where I could discover my own body and mind. Lay down to rest and daydream or crawl into nakedness, under the covers. It is true the bed is a platform for sex and sleep with others but it is more intimate for the self with the self. I can be, think and do anything I want there. It is the place I first had sex - in a dream - while in reality still being a virgin. Strangely I had sex with James Garner - over twenty years later I'm still not sure whether anything will compare to that moment of orgasmic climax. The bed allows us to guiltlessly cheat on our our mates and have sex with their best friends or many people at once, or with the same sex. It is the freedom that connects our mind and body to our self. It is a holy place of regeneration and rejuvenation. It is a temptation. It is a cage we escape to when the real world is to dark and cold. It is damp with our moisture, as we work into it and out of it, all of our hopes and fears. - catharine.
...looking down on her right before I leave for work, her body spread over the bed, looking like an angel in a blissfully relaxed state... her look warming my soul...ohh how I wanted to ravage her... Too bad i was late for work...
my old roommate and snuggling with them when i could not sleep. i now have to reason with myself at 4am if it is appropriate to cab over in order to sleep.
f'n Pinecrest! yaaaah boooooyyyyy...
falling falling
always falling
until i wake
I have had countless memories in my bed, from wetting it as a child to conceiving my own child. My bed has heard my prayers, curse my enemies, praise my loved ones and wondered why my plans for world domination always fall thru. Yes, my bed is a big part of my life, I've spent almost 1/3 of my life in it. Too bad I threw it out last week...
the best way for me to fall asleep is to picture mself swordfighting to the death with a highlander.
My mom waking me up in the morning as a child with "rise and shine, rise and shine!" and me yelling at her to shut up. Though I didn't know it then, she was actually giving me pretty good advice.
My partner steal the covers, apologizes and doesn't remember anything in the morning. I love him all the same, but have considered the idea of getting two duvets or inventing some kind of elastic band system to hold my side down.
sleeping with Alf as a child
When I was about five, I had a cute yellow cotton nightgown with a cartoon koala bear screened on the front. I wore it every night for months before discovering one night under the covers that the bear glowed in the dark. No one told me! It was pretty amazing.
An open air Dutch Oven is called a Can Opener.
I would drink cranberry juice after everytime we had sex. I remember very distinctly the pang of something missing the first time I drank cranberry juice without the sex more than a year later.
When I was a child I believed the bed ate my socks. As a teenager, it was the place where all my dreams and ambitions began to form. Now that I'm an adult, my bed is nightly reminder of how alone I am.
Being warmed up by my Humantorch!
Being warmed up by my humantorch!
My best friend and I used to sit in my bed and talk about sex or God or anything personal. I miss how we could tell each other anything and not be afraid.
From weeping to screwing, my bed has seen it all.
I had a dream that a stranger broke in to my house and raped me...I woke up having the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life.
It used to be that I could find reprieve in my bed but now it's too big and too warm and I wake up far too soon. All those times I whined about him having his back to me - well, now I realize how lucky I was to have his back there at all.
I attended Come Up to My Room this year, and really enjoyed your installation. I posted some pictures on my Flickr account and thought you might be interested to check them out.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/39017338@N08/sets/72157623298428068/
As for my bed memory, it is slowly drifting, and just when about to leap to the other side, i feel as if i am falling and wake up panicking... on the other hand, I never held court in my bed... something to consider?
Afterwards, I said to him, "wow! the bed moved 3 feet!"
Not being able to fall asleep, afraid of the fresh bed bug bites. Demanding to be cuddled until I can finally let go of the fear.
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