Sleep walking can be embarrassing – especially if you happen to, say, wander onto the subway tracks in Boston and stir up a panic among fellow commuters who have to rescue you.
That's what happened to one Boston woman earlier this week in the city's Davis Square station. The woman told first responders she fell asleep on a station bench and woke up on the tracks, according to Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority officials.
The woman escaped with only an arm injury because no train was coming when she fell, officials said.
On the bright side, she didn't sleep-swim, sleep-have-sex-with-anyone or sleep-shoot-herself-in-the-knee.
Click through to check out some more wacky things people have done in their sleep.
5 Crazy Things People Do in Their Sleep
There have been a few people who reported sleep walking outside and going for a swim. A New Hampshire woman did it twice last summer, landing the in the hospital with hypothermia the second time. She would sleep-walk to the door, unlock it, and wind up in the river.
"It's definitely scary and it worries me," 31-year-old Alyson Bair told ABC News at the time. "I haven't tried to drive or anything yet, but it just scares me what I could do. We've locked up all my medicines and made sure that our guns are locked up. Everything I could harm myself with is put away because I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm sleeping."
Read the full story here.
5 Crazy Things People Do in Their Sleep
People who have sex when they're completely asleep typically don't remember it the next morning, which can understandably freak out their partners.
It's called sexomnia, and doctors have said they think its underreported because people don't want to talk about it.
Watch this couple talk about how baffled they were about sleep sex.
5 Crazy Things People Do in Their Sleep
Sleep-driving may sound like a stretch, but it's actually not so rare.
The Food and Drug Administration asked for a label change because people taking Ambien, a sleep medication, often got behind the wheel without being fully awake.
By definition, the driver often doesn't remember driving after he or she wakes up, according to the FDA.
5 Crazy Things People Do in Their Sleep
Sleep-shooting-yourself-in-the-knee
A New Hampshire man woke up over the summer thinking that he'd just been having a nightmare about guns.
Instead, he looked down to discover that he was holding a gun and had shot himself in the knee.
On Oct. 1, the Affordable Care Act's Marketplace — a new way to apply for, browse and buy affordable health insurance plans — opened for business.
One way to buy these plans in many states is a new website, HealthCare.gov. As you've probably heard, it's not working as well as it's supposed to just yet. As President Obama said Monday, that's inexcusable. And he's fully focused on fixing the problem as soon as possible.
ATHENS, Greece (AP) — Greek police released photographs of a couple charged with abducting a girl and judicial authorities put the pair in pre-trial custody Monday as an international search for the child's parents intensified.
Investigators in Greece are considering everything from potential child trafficking to welfare scams to even simple charity as they seek the biological parents of the child known only as "Maria."
A 39-year-old man identified as Christos Salis and a 40-year-old woman who used the names Eleftheria Dimopoulou and Selini Sali were detained on charges of abduction and document fraud following their arrest last week.
Police found the girl when they raided a Gypsy, or Roma, encampment near the central Greek town of Farsala last week. Her DNA shows she is not the couple's child.
The case has triggered a global outpouring of sympathy and possible tips to police but no breakthrough yet in identifying her.
The "Smile of the Child" charity, which is caring for the girl, said it had received more than 8,000 calls and thousands of emails — some with details and photographs of missing children — from people in the United States, Scandinavia, other parts of Europe, Australia and South Africa.
"The case has touched a chord with lots of people from many countries," Panayiotis Pardalis, a spokesman for the charity, told The Associated Press on Monday. "This case is now giving hope to parents of missing children."
He said the charity had forwarded all tips to the police but most people were just conveying their concern.
A dental examination showed the child is older than previously thought, 5-6 years old instead of four, the charity said.
Interpol, the international police agency, has 38 girls younger than 6 on its missing persons database but none of them reportedly fit the mystery girl's description.
The story has resonated strongly in Britain, where the tabloid press drew parallels with missing girl Madeleine McCann, who disappeared at age three from a Portuguese resort six years ago. The mother of Ben Needham, a British boy missing in Greece since 1991, said she was thrilled by the news of the girl's recovery. Her toddler was 21 months old when he vanished on the island of Kos.
Police allege the woman who was detained claimed to have given birth to six children in less than 10 months, and 10 of the 14 children the couple had registered as their own are unaccounted for. It is not clear whether the 10 children are real or were made up to cheat the Greek welfare system.
Police say the two suspects received about 2,500 euros ($3,420) a month in subsidies from three different cities.
Police have raided dozens of Gypsy settlements across Greece in the last few weeks, including four more camps Monday in Athens and Thessaloniki.
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Costas Kantouris in Thessaloniki, Lori Hinnant in Paris and Raphael Satter in London contributed.
If Axe is just for men (and boys), what effect does it have with a fortysomething woman?
Photo courtesy of Aaron Fein
Probably if I had watched the commercials first, I would never have undertaken this whole stupid experiment. Axe commercials? Awful. They are the media equivalent of the fragrance itself. I mean, naked ladies covered in tiny congruent triangles assault bemused middle managers. These are commercials that could have been made by Russian porn stars from the mid-1960s, or backstage at a Victoria’s Secret fashion show, if angels really liked feathers in their strawberry milkshakes. Nor did I come to Axe men’s fragrance by sniffing the air at the U.S. Supreme Court —no one at the solicitor general’s office wears the fragrance. (Who says government can’t do anything right?)
Dahlia Lithwick writes about the courts and the law for Slate. Follow her on Twitter.
Me, I discovered Axe the usual way, through my 13-year-old nephew, for whom the whole prospect of a lifetime of bom-chicka-wah-wah is perhaps still too much to contemplate.
My own boys, at 8 and 10, are too young for Axe, or for fragrance, or for wah-wahs of any variety—or so I shall insist to myself until they are about 40. But after a single day at the beach this past August, when they shared a bathroom with their big hockey-playing Axe-scented cousin-slash-hero, even the 8-year-old was smearing his small hairless self with the body wash, the deodorant, and, in case he still couldn’t be smelled from the next pier over, the spray cologne. I decided to handle this olfactory terrorism like a mature adult: several days of merciless teasing. Dinners quickly became unbearable, with three Axe-drenched young people fogging up all tastes and smells until your pasta simply tasted like the painful ache at the back of your tongue that occurs when every boy in the house sees a daily Axe dip as part of his grooming. On it went, until the final weekend at the beach, when I found myself trapped in the shower with only a bottle of three-in-one Axe ™ product (shampoo, body-wash, and conditioner). So I broke down and used it.
The Wall of Axe is a naturally occurring phenomenon in which teen boys reapply Axe after phys ed, then stand in the stairwell together.
Sunshine. Harps. It was the most sublimely powerful fragrance experience of my adult life. Truly. After decades of smelling like a flower or a fruit, for the first time ever, I smelled like teen boy spirit. I smelled the way an adolescent male smells when he feels that everything good in the universe is about to be delivered to him, possibly by girls in angel wings. I had never smelled this entitled in my life. I loved it. I wanted more.
When I first told my husband that I was planning on wearing only Axe men’s products for an entire week, his answer was a foreshadowing of things to come: “You’re planning on wearing that stuff to bed every night for a week? Man. Axe really does work. It’s only been a few minutes and look, you’re already single again ... ”
I confess that it was hard to choose a fragrance. My 13-year-old nephew advised me to steer clear of the “nasty grossness”-scented products. All of the Axe scents, to the extent that they differ, seem to be mostly named after manly activities like mining or soldering. Ultimately I opted for Cool Metal (see: mining and soldering) in the body wash, shampoo, and spray formulations.
What happens when a fortysomething women walks around smelling like a 13-year-old boy for a week? Mostly nothing. As it turns out, ours is a culture in which, as a general principle, people don’t really feel comfortable commenting on your scent, even when it is so powerful as to be causing climate change. So even if you apply Axe before a funeral—as I did—nobody is going to grab you by the arm and ask you to please leave. I wore a heavy coating of it to a dinner party one night. Eliciting no response, even when I started helpfully jamming my neck into the other guests’ noses, I did learn from several mothers that the Wall of Axe (a naturally occurring phenomenon in which eight or more teen boys reapply Axe after phys ed, then stand in the stairwell together) has become so bad at some local schools that it’s been banned altogether. Another guest described a perennial teen rite of passage—the agony of spraying Axe down your own pants for the first time.
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Despairing of any kind of social response that wasn’t either threats of a formal legal separation from my husband or subtle nostalgia from mothers of former Axe users, I decided to trot out the stuff at the last night of Slate’s annual retreat in September. Having sprayed it liberally all over my body on the night of the big promlike party, I watched my roommate—Slate’s Dear Prudie—actually flatten herself up against a hotel room wall and slide uneasily down the hallway, in the manner of that poor cat being chased by Pepé Le Pew. Almost immediately upon my arrival at the festivities I was accosted by three female Slate colleagues who spontaneously observed that I smelled completely amazing. I was briefly thrilled at the enthusiastic response, until I realized that I didn’t really want my someday teenaged sons to ever be quite that amazing-smelling to women in their 30s and 40s. One colleague said it brought her right back to whatever it is that happened in the back of a truck when she was herself 14. The silence was slightly less awkward than after the pants-spraying story the week before.
And even the unfailingly gracious John Dickerson—who has chronicled his own Axe-related demons—simply refused to confront me with how bad I smelled, even when I so aggressively violated his personal space that I could have been repurposed as an HR training film. Truth be told, it was Slate’s own Gentleman Scholar, Troy Patterson, who tactfully advised me to go back upstairs and apply a good deal more “scent”—his word—if I really wanted to get someone to react. And so I reapplied three times, the way a junior on the rugby team might. And then, we danced. I smelt it, I dealt it. And it was good.
The truth is, my experiment in smelling like an adolescent male for a week had only two really profound consequences. One, I really did grow to love the fragrance. And no. I don’t want to talk about it. But two, and distinctly more important, both my kids were so embarrassed that they stopped using it within days of my initiating the experiment. Smell you later, Axe. It turns out that there is some Freudian window in which smelling like your mom is so beyond contemplating that they wordlessly gave it up altogether. Indeed, they have both moved quite deliberately backward to the Suave Baby Shampoo, which is precisely where I would like them to stay, at least for a while. And thus, drenched in the smell of rusting metal, we all take two steps away from the Axe years, the entitled years, the boom-chicka-wah-wah years, that are bearing down upon us too quickly.
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