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There are probably many of our male readers who have had the experience of sharing a room with a fellow male, maybe as a one-off on holiday or for a long time in dorm, or perhaps you’ve stayed over at a friend’s house after missing the last train after a night of drinking. However, most men probably don’t share a bed when this happens, right? And if your friend suddenly wormed his way into your bed in the middle of the night you’d probably be quite shocked, right?

One of our RocketNews24 Japanese writers recently wrote a column about the time he experienced such a shock himself. Below I’ll give you a translation of his original story, so read on to find out what the heck happened…

Dai and me

At the time he was a coworker of mine in the same office. Let’s call him Dai. Dai was a really good guy, always smiling and cheerful. He was the type of guy who disliked conflict, the kind of guy that was impossible to hate. We were the same age and immediately hit it off.

One time Dai and I were ordered by the company to take a long business trip and the two of us were sent to live together in a rented apartment out in the prefectures for a few months. It was a 2LDK-style apartment meaning that we shared a toilet, bathroom, kitchen and living room, with the only separate areas being the bedrooms.

Dai and I adjusted well to our cohabitation. We shared the same objective, and worked day and night for our company. We backed each other up. I could put up with slight inconveniences and he did the same for me. Then one day in the middle of the night…

That fateful night

I was asleep in my bed when I heard the sound of the door opening. I’ve always been a light sleeper, so I half-opened my eyes and looked towards the door. Dai was standing there. Then he started shambling towards me. Just as I was wondering what the hell was going on, he got into my bed…!

He didn’t do anything to me, just turned his back on me and went to sleep. Rather than being scared, I was mostly just wondering what on earth was going on. I said to him, ‘Hey, what are you doing? Go sleep in your own room.’ In a soft voice he gave the following nonsensical response: ‘I’m going to sleep because I’m sleeping.’

This kind of back and forth went on for a few minutes. Of course I couldn’t sleep. Dai was a good guy, but I couldn’t just put up with this. Just as I was wondering what the hell to do…he suddenly rolled over to face me! That’s when I felt the first stirrings of fear! This was bad!!

Somnambultastic

I punched him in the ribs and yelled ‘Sleep in your own bed!’ Dai got up and walked towards the door…then he stopped and turned to me, tilted his head and mumbled ‘But I’m not the bad guy here.’

What I later established was that he had the nickname of ‘winner of the triple crown’. That might sound kind of cool, but it’s not when you realize what exactly he was the winner of: snoring, teeth grinding, and sleepwalking. That’s right – that night he had been sleepwalking. The next morning he didn’t remember any of it at all and guffawed as I told him what had happened.

Dai is still my friend. And he’s still a good guy. But…but…! I still can’t forget how he told me it wasn’t his fault. No, Dai. Whether you were sleepwalking or not, you were the bad guy!

So, dear readers, how would you have reacted to this unwanted intrusion into your bed? Let us know in the comments section below.
[ Read in Japanese ]