I have a vague memory of having read a story about/involving hypnic jerks when I was young, but I can't remember any details. I think the story suggested that hypnic jerks are memories from when we were apes and fell off branches... Does it ring a literary bell for anyone? Could it have been some story by Kipling (whom I haven't read since mumble mumble mumble)?
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/Male, fairly weird - and old like Morrissey and Madonna
I'm especially keen on hidden/semi public stuff (preferably outdoors) and I like to take selfies; I'm averse to anything unethical, illegal, harmful, painful, messy/dirty/unsanitary/icky or otherwise unpleasant.
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