(pt1) I once went to a summer camp when I was younger. For three or so of the days I was there, we actually went camping. We set up tarps, not tents, tarps, with sleeping bags laid on top of some mats. I was sharing tarp with two other guys. The layout was me, big fucking rock, them. I wake up in the middle of the night because they're arguing over something bout one of them shoving the other off his mat. We finally turn on a flashlight and I have managed to get off my mat, shoved one guy into
another, perfectly stealing his place on his mat, still in perfectly in my sleeping bag. We have no idea how the fuck I did that, as I would have had to have rolled my head over a huge fucking rock to do so. Also, I got 30 mosquito bites on each leg while at that summer camp. It sucked.
One time while camping my friend managed to roll off her cot to the wooden platform floor, then out under the canvas sides and drop the couple feet to the ground outside, all without waking up.
(And she’s still not the heaviest sleeper I’ve ever met, as my middle younger brother could not only sleep through being stood up and shaken, but used to be a notorious sleepwalker and sleep-talker.)