That’s why I took the all night bus from TN to DC and back for Michelle Blackmun’s demonstration a couple of weeks ago. The charter company did a good job; they had a night driver and a day driver.
Latina, as far as halucinating is concerned, I’ve got an even better sleep deprivation story. In 1981, while I was living in Milwaukee, WI, I participated in a 158 mile sailing race that was a round trip from Muskegon, MI to Racine, WI and back across Lake Michigan. I made a navigation error on the way back that caused me to be out a total of 41 hours on NODoz for two nights. On the second night out the wind died, there was a fog, and, although I knew it wasn’t true, I absolutely believed I was sailing down an alley some place in Chicago, where I was born. Single handed sailors often have experiences like that.
Too many stories to tell! Once though, was smart enough to pull over for a few minutes. Driving two vehicles and radioed over to the other one that I needed to stop and rest. He pulled alongside me and I slept for a bit.
He wakes me up over the radio: “Hey - wakeup!”
I jerk my head up and slam on the brakes. Looking around with my heart in my stomach - oh, that’s right - I had pulled over!