It happened to me

A SHORT FLIGHT Last year I had to fly to London for business. I can’t sleep on airplanes, so my doctor gave me some sleeping pills. I got onto the plane, sat down, and took two pills. We took off and a few minutes later I was asleep. When I woke, the flight attendant was shaking my arm. I was the only passenger on the plane. “Those pills were strong,” I thought. I went to the baggage claim area. I couldn’t see my bags anywhere. I went to the information desk, and asked about my bags. “Which flight were you on?” asked the desk clerk. “The flight from New York— 743,” I said. “But you didn’t go anywhere, ma’am. Your aircraft had a problem with the engines and it came back. This is New York!” Sleepwalker My kid sister often walked in her sleep. One night I woke up sister was walking out of our room with her eyes closed. I got up and followed her to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took out some chocolate cheesecake. Her eyes never opened. She ate it then went back to our room. I told her in the morning, but she didn’t believe me. “Look in the mirror,“ I said. There was chocolate all around her mouth and nose! What a nightmare! I once had a terrible nightmare. I dreamed I was in a hotel room on the 40th floor. The hotel was on fire. Smoke was coming under the door. I couldn’t open the window. I hit it with a chair, but I couldn’t break it. The room got hotter and hotter and the smoke got thicker and thicker. “This is the end,” I thought. Then I heard a crash. Right then, I woke up. I was at home, in my own bed, in my own room, and the room really was full of smoke. The window was open, and a fire fighter was climbing into the room. He rescued me. My apartment was on fire!