I very rarely forget to turn off the TV in my bedroom before going to sleep. It has happened maybe 2 or 3 times in my life.
Last night was one of them.
I woke up at 2 am to the final scene of "Taxi Driver", and Robert DeNiro was happily shooting in my bedroom.
I screamed "HOLY FUCK!" rolled out of bed and reached for my rifle, which I always keep on my right side when sleeping in the army.
I realized that I was in my own bedroom, and not in some god-forsaken warzone. I slowly peeked up and over the bed, looking at the TV. There was DeNiro, shooting some guy in the head.
My dog was sitting at the edge of the bed, his head cocked to one side and looking at me as if to say "what the hell has gotten into you?" He said "woof" just once, in his quietest voice, to let me know that everything was okay as far as he could hear.
I laughed for quite a while, but still couldn't get to sleep the rest of the night.
Please, fellow TFP'ers, shut your TV's off before you retire into sleep.
Does anyone have similar stories to share? Did Conan O'Brian creep into your dreams and freak you out, and then you found him on the tube when you awoke? Did Jamie and Adam from Mythbusters turn you into Buster the dummy, and you woke up just in time to see the poor dummy get blown up in a dumpster?
Discuss...
