The less than exciting nocturnal adventures of Whatho, Part II.

Last night, I took my moisturising gloves off in my sleep. It was a massive failure as far as experiments go. The moisturising gloves were kindly provided by ironicdutchess after I failed to hunt down any for myself, and they're supposed to enable you to slather your hands in moisturising goo and then go to sleep without manking up the bedsheets or being much aware that you're covered in moisturising goo. It seemed a good plan all in all. So I did the slathering bit and donned the gloves and mostly lay still for half an hour being horribly aware that I'd encased my hands in bags full of horrendous slime, and then rather oddly I managed to fall asleep. Only I woke up again at around two in the morning to find I'd somehow managed to shed the gloves and deposit them neatly on my stomach. They were really quite tight, so I'd be surprised if I managed to naturally erode them off or anything along those lines. And I don't recall dreaming about taking gloves off. I'm guessing it was just my unfettered subconscious going 'enough of that' and ordering my unresisting body to put a stop to it. And now my knuckles are bleeding again.

I might try again tonight with the aid of elastoplast restraints. I might not. One of the two.

The less than exciting nocturnal adventures of Whatho, Part II.

Last night, I took my moisturising gloves off in my sleep. It was a massive failure as far as experiments go. The moisturising gloves were kindly provided by ironicdutchess after I failed to hunt down any for myself, and they're supposed to enable you to slather your hands in moisturising goo and then go to sleep without manking up the bedsheets or being much aware that you're covered in moisturising goo. It seemed a good plan all in all. So I did the slathering bit and donned the gloves and mostly lay still for half an hour being horribly aware that I'd encased my hands in bags full of horrendous slime, and then rather oddly I managed to fall asleep. Only I woke up again at around two in the morning to find I'd somehow managed to shed the gloves and deposit them neatly on my stomach. They were really quite tight, so I'd be surprised if I managed to naturally erode them off or anything along those lines. And I don't recall dreaming about taking gloves off. I'm guessing it was just my unfettered subconscious going 'enough of that' and ordering my unresisting body to put a stop to it. And now my knuckles are bleeding again.

I might try again tonight with the aid of elastoplast restraints. I might not. One of the two.