Yep, twice: First was when I was young, maybe 7, and had slept through burglars go past me asleep on a living room couch while on a family holiday. Never really got told much more than that, so it never really bothered me per se. Second was soon after moving out of home for the first time, maybe 8 years ago: ground floor apartment, got a phone call from my sis (who I was living with) with her first words "did you push the couch up against the front door?". Met by my "the fuck?", she twigged and realised we'd been broken in. I raced home, and it looked like a bomb had gone off: place had been smash-and-grabbed, personal items strewn all over the place. Yep, it sucked big time, but at least I learnt a few lessons out of it: Always try to not end up with a ground floor apartment. Change your bedding to at least help you sleep better in your room. Immediately throw your toothbrush away after being burgled.