Originally posted by DevilSpawn
When I was a freshman in college, I was living in a dorm and I came down with bronchitis - a real nasty case, with bad flu-like symptoms on top of the respiratory issues. I was prescribed codeine cough syrup, and told to use it sparingly.
They weren't kidding.
I already had a bottle of NyQuil (Big N, little y... you get the picture) sitting on my nightstand, and the codeine stuff right next to it. Well, one night, after already having taken a dose of the codeine stuff, I woke up with a terrible coughing fit. It was about 10:30 PM, and I needed some relief, so I reached over and grabbed the NyQuil.
Now, keep in mind, this was a dorm room, and it had no running water, and thinking that I didn't want to get the measuring cup all nasty by just leaving it out with NyQuil residue in it, I decided I could tell how much would be in my mouth if I just took a swig.
I had the weirdest dreams that night. I dreamt that I was an airplane, and I could feel passengers walking around inside me. Very surreal.
When I woke up, it was dark, and I looked at my clock, which told me that it was 7:15. I figured, "Great! I can make my 8:00 AM class!" But then I heard voices in the hallway outside my door - voices of very wakeful, boisterous college students.
It was 7:15, alright. P.M.

Suffice to say, I looked at the bottle of NyQuil, and where it had been nearly full when I went to bed the night before, it was now nearly empty.
I blame the codeine cough syrup for my complete lack of judgment.

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