Falling Asleep at the Helm

Once, years and years ago, after having pulled an all-nighter to complete in one night, a long-term project, I was in the middle of answering some essay questions regarding American History in my Junior year of High School.

I was so tired from not having slept at all the previous night, that I started to drift off into sleep while handwriting the essay. I remember it like it had just happened; I was using a mechanical pencil and writing on lined binder paper. My eyes were still open and the words I was trying to form were clear in my. But when I snapped out of sleep - in that special way that you lets you know you were falling asleep in the first place - I looked at the sentence that I had just written and it just looked like a series of shrinking squiggles that started as English alphabetical characters and degenerated into very light, miniature hieroglyphs.

I thought that incident quite amusing until it paled in comparison to what happened just now - tonight.

In the middle of composing an email for a prospective client, my drowsiness and recent lack of good sleep had caused me to fall into that familiar trance where I am awake yet simultaneously asleep.
I snapped to, just as I had done a number of times in the past. When I re-read what I had typed in the email

Hi Lorraine,
I hope this email finds you well. I understand that your time
here in the Bay Area is brief so I will make this quick:
If we wanted to form a team that will kick the crap out of the governor's or mayor's fat heads.

Apparently, I was dreaming about some sort of plot or political coup that was taking place in McDonaldland. Oi vey. At least I caught it before hitting ALT+S. True story.