thisispete: Nothing so severe, but I have walked into a room on several occasions and wondered why I went in there.
Ego edo infantia cattus: I call it autopilot. It's not as close to sleep as the article's author seems to think, It's just spacing out, thinking about what you're going to do when you get home, etc. I usually snap out of it after two or three miles.
ladyfortuna: I've zoned out while thinking intensely about something else, but never felt anything like nearing sleep. Nearly falling asleep has only happened a couple of times and it terrifies me, and definitely feels different.
nytmare: It was just daydreaming, not hypnosis, when I've done it. If the drive is familiar you can daydream and go on auto-pilot, and when you're in that state you don't record memories. Disconcerting though, when I snap out of it, and I think I really should have been paying attention to my driving.
bingethinker: It's not hypnosis. The reason you don't remember anything is because nothing important happened. You drove the same route you drive every day, made the same turns at the same intersections. I don't remember every bite of my breakfast either. I know whether I ate it or not, that's what matters.
Pocket Ninja: This happens to people more often than you might think. I mean, I was out driving one day and found myself in the country, out beside a shotgun shack in another part of the world. And what I realized was that I was behind the wheel of a large automobile, not inside mybeautiful house with my beautiful wife. And I had to ask myself at that point,well, how did I get here? It was like I was letting water hold me down, water that was flowing underneath the ground, and all I could do was look up into the blue sky and realize that my money was gone. And you ask, how do I work this? But it's the same as it ever was. That's what you realize.
brigid_fitch: ladyfortuna: I've zoned out while thinking intensely about something else, but never felt anything like nearing sleep. Nearly falling asleep has only happened a couple of times and it terrifies me, and definitely feels different.nytmare: It was just daydreaming, not hypnosis, when I've done it. If the drive is familiar you can daydream and go on auto-pilot, and when you're in that state you don't record memories. Disconcerting though, when I snap out of it, and I think I really should have been paying attention to my driving.Autopilot is what my husband & I call it. We frequently drive long trips and I have a 2-hour round-trip commute to work. Can't tell you how often I've suddenly realized I don't remember the last 5 miles of the drive or so. It's DEFINITELY different from suddenly snapping awake after dozing off for a second. That's farking terrifying. Autopilot is noticing you don't remember the last 5 exits and you go, "Huh--that's weird".
rhiannon: Ego edo infantia cattus: I call it autopilot.Or for a lot of people, "talking on a cell phone".
Aulus: About 1972, my parents were moving from Marlette, MI to Mason City, IA and my brother and I got stuck doing all the moving, multiple trips, back and forth, hauling a huge U-Haul trailer behind a big Chevy sedan, plus doing almost all of the loading and unloading ourselves. The last trip out was with my brother driving the car with the U-Haul trailer and I driving a 22 foot motor home with my mom, my grandmother, the dog and the cat and a crapload of house plants. To say I was tired would be an understatement. Around 10PM, I was driving and suddenly slammed on the brakes, scared the hell out of Mom. When she asked what that was about, I said, "It's the people crossing the road. Don't you see them?" Of course she didn't. there was no crowd of people crossing the interstate ahead of us. It was the play of lights and shadows from oncoming cars in the eastbound lanes, across the median and my overly tired brain. I could have sworn there was a huge crown of people, much like the disposessed refugees in the old WW II movie news reels, slowly crossing the road.We took the next exit, parked in a truck stop, shifted the plants around and sacked out on the beds in the motorhome until morning.
Any Pie Left: I lived for a time about 35 miles west of Chicago, but dated a gal in the city. Had to take the Kennedy Expressway to and from. After one long pleasant evening together, I drop her off home and start heading to my own place. I was tired and defaulted to keeping my interval between me and the car ahead. At one point, the car in front of me brakes to a full stop and my head snaps awake and I am in the departures drop-off terminal at O'Hare Airport, with no idea how I had got there. About a 12 mile detour.These days the job keeps me on the road a time or two per month, long boring-ass drives. I really have to fight the fatigue. What works for me includes:very crunchy snacks alike peanut M&M's or chex mixspicy snacks like slim jims, really, any kind of chewing will help keep you awake, but crunchiness and hot spices assist the process.Driving with the windows full down in any weathersinging to a blasting radio, top of your lungs. When I get too tired for that to work, I pull over, do stretches, take a short walk.Used to use jolt! cola, which kept me saucer-eyed for 200 miles nonstop, but I can't stand the taste of today's red bulls and what not.
phalaeo: This happens to me all the time, but it happens in city traffic, too. I used to live in Philly (Center City), and sometimes I'd wonder if I passed certain places yet on my ride home. Same thing when I lived in rural Vermont. It's not that I don't know what's going on with the car and my surroundings, but I just enter a trance. I almost never look at the speedometer, either. Once I get on the highway, and I know the speed limit (usually 65 where I am), I get between 66-72 mph, and that's it.Happens to me while I'm walking, too. I guess I just think a lot.
Cork on Fork: I used to drive 6 hours across New York to get to or from college, and it was pretty much all one highway that looked the same. I would routinely find myself 3 or 4 exits further than where I thought I was and not even realize it.But that does not even compare to those nights when I would be driving home tired, and I would suddenly jolt into focus and realize I had just fallen asleep. That is downright terrifying.
katerbug72: rhiannon: Ego edo infantia cattus: I call it autopilot.Or for a lot of people, "talking on a cell phone".Yesterday I went to the grocery store. On the way I go my kid a happy meal and we parked and I let him eat it in the car before we went in. Directly in front of us was a horribly parked minivan (it was angle parked in a straight space). Just my luck, as we were eating, the shiatty parker walked up with her grocery cart, her ear glued to her cellphone. She unloaded her cart into the back of her van with one hand, the other still clutching that phone. It took her at least ten minutes to do this. She finally finished loading her van, got in and drove off, phone still on her farking ear. I wanted to slap it out of her hand.
Dead for Tax Reasons: driving for 10 hours after being up 40 hours isnt fun...to bad i seem to do it more often that i want to...no amount of red bull works at that time
Links are submitted by members of the Fark community.
When community members submit a link, they also write a custom headline for the story.
Other Farkers comment on the links. This is the number of comments. Click here to read them.
You need to create an account to submit links or post comments.
Click here to submit a link.
Also on Fark
Submit a Link »
Copyright © 1999 - 2017 Fark, Inc | Last updated: Jul 24 2017 14:20:05
Runtime: 0.263 sec (263 ms)