Hunh. When my cat started spraying in the house, I had to take him to the vet to get him fixed. Hope your girlfriend doesn’t try the same approach.
Well, I have never sleepwalked. However, I did bedwet until a VERY late age (11) due to combination of a small bladder, and a physical problem which wasn’t resolved until late (loose muscles which tightened up).
So, I did dream that I had gotten up, walked to the bathroom, prepared my self - and I would awake to a wet disgusting bed. It got so bad I wasn’t allowed to drink anything after 6:30, and I had to be super careful when I went over people’s houses.
They stuck a catheter in me (I still wince to this day) and ran all kinds of tests…but it stopped almost magically at age 11.
So there’s my embarrasing story.
According to my parents, I once had the same sort of adventure.
Apparently, in my sleep, I wandered around the house, found my parents’ room, and let fly on my dad’s head.
One time when staying at a friend’s house I groggily made my way to the bathroom, lifted the lid and took a whiz, only to discover that I was pissing in the hamper.
If this was a multiple choice test, which would you pick:
Prior to retiring for the evening & hours before the (hopfully bare wood) tread and riser incident, TheOtherOne and his other one were:[list=a][]Discussing the advantages of external plumbing[]On a date down at the pub[]Playing with a Ouija board[]Had rented Behind the Waterfull at BlockBusterNone of the Above[/list]I’d go with b.
Friend of mine sleptwalk all the to the living room when he was a kid and was about to piss all over the television (which was on) before his parents wrestled him down and woke him up. What a way to go…
I once took a leak into the kitchen trash can. Unfortunately, I was
a) not drunk,
and
b) wide awake.
aren’t you going to ‘sleepwalker-proof’ the house or something? isn’t it dangerous to wander near the stairs asleep? 
My roommate freshman year was once carried home one afternoon passed-out drunk. (He was pledging a fraternity.) His friends threw him up in his bed (it was fairly far off the ground, at least five feet). A couple of hours later, he rolled off the bed onto the floor. A pretty considerable drop, especially when you hit it like a sack of cement, but he kept right on sleeping. I left him there, went to dinner, hung out with some friends. He never moved. Finally, around midnight, as I was getting ready to go to bed, he staggered up and over to my desk chair and proceeded to urinate at length onto it. Despite being completely oblivious to my protestations, his aim was excellent and all of the urine landed squarely onto the seat of the chair. (Since our dorm room had identical furniture, the chair instantly became his.) He then tried to drag his smelly ass into my bed, which was obviously not cool. With the help of a friend, we got him into his own bed where he slept through the rest of the night. After waking up with a wicked hangover and bazooka-barfing (in the toilet, thankfully), to his credit he managed to feel even worse when he found out what he’d done to my, now his, chair.
Pretty funny in retrospect. Even at the time, I was pretty grateful he didn’t pee all over my desk, which was right next to the chair and covered with books and personal possessions.
Just dropped in to say I saw your title and it’s lodged in my head to the tune of Day Tripper. Thanks a lot!
I’ll see your embarrassing story and raise you a few years. Don’t know the cause but I must have been at least 15 when it magically stopped. Sometimes I’ll still dream I am in the bathroom pissing or - TMI warning - crapping :eek: - but thankfully always wake up to find nothing out of the ordinary. Then there are those dreams where I’m urinating in the dirty laundry and thinking “why do I continue to do this? I have GOT to stop doing this!” 
Several friends have drinking related stories that are not sleep walking. Where someone would wake up still very drunk, use the laundry basket as a toilet, then go back to sleep. They also would not remember the insident due to the forgetting effect of alcohol.
Great. Now it’s lodged in my head, too.
The Thanksgiving before this one, my brother and I both slept over at our mother’s house. He got drunk and passed out on the couch. I stayed up late, surfing.
About 2:00 a.m. I hear him bumping around the house and go to see what’s up. I see him take his heavy denim jacket off the back of a chair and proceed to piss all over it. I asked him what the hell he was doing and he says, “That family is burning the American flag and I have to put it out.”
I laughed so hard that I, literally, cried which seemed to wake him up. He looked at me, all innocent-like, with his dick still in his hand and asked, “What’s so funny?” I couldn’t breathe much less answer him for 15 minutes or so.
Of course he denies it ever happened. Should’a took pictures!
In middle school (jonuir high?) I used to sleep walk. I woke up all over the place, even outside on the grass/standing in front of the refrigerator. But the best sleepwalking story involves my friends brother:
My friend and I are in the living room just watching TV, talking ect. when his brother comes out of his room and goes into the kitchen. He comes out with a role of duct tape. We ask him what he’s doing and he says: “I’m goin’ to the bathroom.” We then proceded to fall on our asses laughing.
I don’t know if he made it to the bathroom, or whatever, come to think of it.
Back in college, a strange drunk girl wandered into my friend’s dorm room while he was sleeping, sat down on him, and took a nice long whizz.
I also had a roommate who pissed her bed anytime she drank to much. She was very, um… “friendly” too, so I always wondered what all the guys she brought home thought about that.
And I tried to block it from memory, but I had a friend who crapped in the tub and puked in the toilet at the same time. If he’d only turned around. :o
I have dreams about wetting the bed…but I have never done it. EVER.
A friend’s uncle, though, once slee-pissed on his parents while they were sleeping.
When I was a little kid, I dreamt that I sat on the toilet and urinated in it. Upon waking, I found enough fluid in my (plastic and waterproof, thank goodness) wastebasket that even though it didn’t really smell like pee, I knew what must have happened. Fortunately there wasn’t anything else in it, and I just poured it in the toilet and flushed. (I’m female, so at least one other woman out there has done this.)
I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this before… In fact I know I have because I remember calling the guy “Darryl”.
Anyway, Darryl spent the night at his girlfriend’s one evening. Wait, let’s start ofver… A slobbering drunk Darryl spent the night at his girlfriend’s one evening. Darryl’s girlfriend woke up to find a sleep-pissing Darryl standing in the corner, peeing on a stack of her textbooks.
“Darryl!!!” she yelled.
Whereupon Darryl got a look of sheer panic and raced – buck naked – down the hall, passed several of her female dorm-mates into the bathroom.
His girlfriend, terribly unimpressed, followed him with a towel (so he could cover up and not streak down the hallway again). She found him finishing off his interrupted pee… in the sink!
She handed him the towel. He looked at it. Took it from her, and then he washed his hands and his Little Elvis, dried them on the towel, and streaked back down the hall, passing her dorm-mates once again.
Darryl claims he doesn’t remember any of this. :dubious: