This thread jogged some funny memories for me. The first one was from when I was a young guy doing these crappy 6-week operational cycles in this godforsaken place where we only had camp-style spring bunks to sleep on. People were always setting booby traps at night by removing almost all of the springs, leaving only the bare minimum needed to keep the shape and hold the bedding. Men would jump up to go to bed and plummet straight through onto the bunk below, haha.
The second one was from when I was a young teenager, around 13. I played in a band with my best friends, and on weekends the 3 of us would stay at our drummer's house and jam all weekend. His mother had died and his father was some CEO, so in working-class terms he was loaded, with a big detached house, massive TV, and so on. His dad would fuck off on the weekends, and we'd have the place to ourselves along with his seven-year-old sister.
At night, we all slept on his massive water bed (NH). His sister would also have these night terrors where she'd be screaming the house down, pissing the bed, and throwing these raving meltdowns while semi-conscious. Everyone else would sleep through it, and I'd have to creep up 2 floors to her room and grab her to bring her down to stay with us. It used to scare the fuck out of me, because she was acting like that freak from The Exorcist.
With her on the bed, along with the drummer's fat ass rolling around, it was like being adrift at sea in a bloody life raft. Absolutely the worst thing I've ever slept on. You'd end up seasick by the end of the night. I always imagined it would be amazing.