A few years ago, I did the same thing three times in a month: thought the apartment was on fire, or in one case contaminated, and tried to drag Mr. Rilch out of bed to safety. (He outweighs me by more than a hundred pounds.)
Childhood/adolescence: Went downstairs to livingroom, turned on all the lights, and went back to sleep on the couch.
Went downstairs to kitchen, turned the oven on, and went back to bed.
Woke up making what my mom later described as “a horrible, guttural noise”, claiming that there was a spider in my room. No spider. Scared the heck out of her.
College: Thought someone had been in my room and promised to give me important info, then walked away abruptly without finishing. Got all the way out of the dorm before I woke up.
Thought the entire ceiling was covered with spiders who spun their webs out of wool. Got up and turned the light on. Really endeared me to my roommate.
Don’t remember why, but got up and ran down the hall to RA’s room, claiming some kind of danger.
Got up and went into commons room. “Pardon the way I look, but the building is on fire. Get out now.” Again, no fire.
It was tactfully suggested that if I couldn’t cure the sleepwalking, I should start wearing a conventional nightgown.
When I was 12 years old I used to have this one terrifying dream that would cause me to sleepwalk whenever I had it.
There were a couple of weird incidents such as…
The time I slept-walked into the shower, turned it on and stood there for about 5 minutes before my mom woke me up because I was still dressed
The time I slept-walked from my room downstairs, to my sisters room upstairs, got in her bed and kicked her til she woke up and took me back to her bed.
and the one time that gives me an eerie feeling when I think about it. I walked into the kitchen while my mom was cooking dinner and screaming that “she wouldn’t go away”.
The sister who shared my room when we were kids used to talk and walk in her sleep. One morning, my dad found her asleep at the top of the stairs, and the phone was off the hook downstairs.
My husband’s brother sleeps with his eyes open - that’s creepy.
The first time, I stopped at the top of the stairs going down to the basement, whipped it out and started peeing. My mother found me in mid-stream.
A week or so after that, I walked out into the kitchen and started peeing in the garbage can. This must have been quite the trick, since it was the kind where you step on a pedal to lift the lid.
Since the top of the can was about waist-height for me, there could easily have been a tragedy invloving my little 7-year old schween. Fortunately my mother caught me before the lid did.
My sister was a sleep walker . . . and she still may be, for all I know. She started when I was a teenager, and it used to frighten me so much that I would hate when my parents would go away and leave the two of us home. There have been times when she’s found herself fully dressed and heading out her door, and she’s got no idea how she got in that condition.
My favorite story about her sleepwalking happened one night many years ago, when I still lived at home with my parents and sister. She had a nightmare that a huge spider was climbing through my parent’s window and was about to eat my mother. My sister went racing from her room into my parent’s room, and dived right on top of my mother (while she was sleeping) to “save” her. Needless to say, there was alot of screaming and confusion for some time.
Only when I was a kid. Nothing much, usually mom heard me and led me back to bed. Once on a trip, staying at a relative’s house, I got up and was going through a closet in another bedroom “looking for my teddy bear”. I received some wild-eyed stares when I came to breakfast in the morning and had to ask what happened.
The best was one time I didn’t sleepwalk. It was at camp, the first time I’d been away from home. The older kids in the cabin were telling the usual ghost stories, and I was scared stiff. My brother told them about me sleepwalking, so the other guys started in with the “sleepwalker kills everyone in the family” stories. By that time, I’d fallen asleep, and the other guys were looking at me. I rolled over and my foot hit the floor, and all the guys in the cabin ran out the door screaming.