What Was Your Best Sleep In Your Life? ( Archived) (4)

Having a convo with my friend talking about the temp we like our bedrooms to be when going to bed and it always reminds me of when I was a teenager. My uncle owned the local hangout next community over where we all went to on the weekend to party and at the end of the night, instead of hitching a ride home in -20 temps during the winter, I would just walk up the hill and stay with my grandmother.

Her house was a old uninsulated house and she had a old style wood fired oven that was the main heat source for the house so the bedrooms at the back of the house were always icy cold. Nan would put a big smooth round beach rock in the oven for a couple of hours, then put a thick wool sock over it and I would take it to bed with me and put it down by my feet under blankets that must have weighed 100 kilos.

That combination gave me the most sound, restful, uninterrupted sleep I ever had in my life. I felt 100% safe, comfortable, and completely at ease. I always woke up very well rested and feeling like a million dollars.

I could never recreate that feeling since, not even with a weighted blanket. That combo of that old house, company of my grandmother, the hot rock, that bed, those blankets, it was the most peaceful content safest unguarded time I ever felt in my life. I would give anything to go back for just one day and night to relive it again.

My best sleep ever is when I have all 100 % bed linen, jammies linen @ 68 F (or 20 C) and my German Shepard on the floor next to me within arms reach.