There was once a time I was working 12 hour night shifts, coming home (50 min drive) then having 3 hours sleep, then working a second job. Had to do
it to support my starting little family.
One morning on the long drive home (after a few weeks of doing both jobs), the weariness begun to overwhelm me. I knew I had to get home, but my
brain kept saying "you can sleep when you get home, keep going". I lost all faculties, I remember looking at my speedo and wondering why my car would
only go at 20 km/h. What was all the honking about??? Then, right out of nowhere, this hand which was just like the hand from The Addams Family, but
the size of a sky scraper slammed down in front of the freeway right in front of my car. I slammed on the brakes to avoid crashing into this enormous
hand, I managed to get the car off to the side of the road while my brain struggled to compute what was going on. Then I fell asleep, slumped over
the wheel, I slept about 7 hours like that at the side of the road. (still annoyed nobody on the freeway stopped to see if I'd had a heart attack!

)
When I finally came too, I realized I had hallucinated the huge hand thing, and realized bodies just cant operate doing menial tasks to pay bills when
the body is dead. So I quit the second job.
Had to do it to support my starting little family.

edit on 4-2-2012 by Qumulys because: (no reason given)