Phew, no money is missing.
Of course now that I’m thinking about it I’ll probably wind up sleep-playing tonight. Maybe I’ll have better luck asleep than awake.
Well, make sure you sleep-go to the bathroom afterwards if you’re sleep-drinking…
I mean the following joke with no ill will, but merely as a playful jest. If it’s too soon, feel free to beat me with a wet noodle. Anyway, now that the disclaimer has ruined the funniness…
Your sleepwalking self was going to go to the store and buy the exact same appetizer to restock the fridge with, but you woke up and noticed before that happened.
I’m going to cast another vote for aliens. They probably got a gander at you in that fairy costume and decided to devote some major research on you. 
Might want to look into a baby/dog gate for your bedroom or kitchen door/opening. Man, that’s just scary.
I’ve done somethign similar in my sleep, but I actually put moisturiser into my hand and ate it. The disgusting taste actually woke me up!
If you’re me, ambien makes you hallucinate a lot before throwing up. But if you’re my mom you wake up to find you’ve been sleeping on the back porch in the rain…
I don’t want to be alarmist, but looking at some sites like this one suggest that sleepwalking etc often isn’t a good sign in adults not taking meds that make you do so. “Disorders of the mind” seem to include stress, though.
No food missing this morning, I am pleased to report.
Oh my god. Now I’m doing housework in my sleep. I just got home and realized that the sink full of dirty dishes that were waiting for me have all been washed and put away.
I’m cracking up.
Woah…
Wanna come stay the night at my house…? I have some vacuuming that needs to get done… 
I get him after you. I’ll get a list ready.
Maybe you’re just waking up. My fiancee had a period of quasi-insomnia. She’d toss and turn then get up and go do something. However, she was often so tired and “half-asleep” that she wouldn’t remember actually doing it.
Eg/ One night she said: “Bah! I can’t sleep. I’m going to fold the laundry.” She remembers that part, but she doesn’t remember actually folding the laundry. And she folded a lot.
Granted she was also hit in the head once and sometimes forgets stuff.
There will be punishment for this. :dubious:
Thank you, I feel so comforted now.
Look at it this way. If you’re going to have a small kitchen fire, it always seemed to me, the oven would be the best/safest place to have it.
I have only received one report of sleep-walking in my lifetime, relayed by my parents, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. I apparently got up and got dressed for school in the middle of the night, came into my parents’ room, pointed to the ceiling and said, “Too high”.
Thinking back now, perhaps I was just prescient as to my future love of Thievery Corporation.
The problem is the partially burnt hydrocarbons come out as thick greasy smoke. This alone can kill you. The stuff can burn once it receives oxygen again, and a flame can reach the ceiling. It’s a nightmare.
This thread is disturbing the living hell out of me. I have never done anything while sleeping…I only occasionally mumble in my sleep. I cannot imagine how this happens. I’ve got some pretty good insomnia and have taken ambien for it. (The pills! They do nothing!) Recently, the doc gave me a script for temazepam. 30 mg, and by all accounts on teh intarwebs, that should put me down like an industrial sized elephant gun. But they don’t do much either.
I’d sure as hell like to see what drug would make me do stuff like this. Sleepwalking, while I know is dangerous, is interesting.
On an episode of How I Met Your Mother I saw the other day, it is revealed that Marshall sometimes sleep-eats. When accused of faking, he says something to the effect of: “Hey, sleep-eating is a very serious, and delicious, medical condition.”.
I once woke up mysteriously wearing a pair of jogging pants inside-out instead of my usual pajama pants. Now that I think about it, I really hope that it was indeed sleepwalking.
Nothing eaten or cleaned last night. I have an appointment next Friday for a routine physical. We’ll see what a doctor makes of it. I’m sure he’s going to tell me that it, like every other thing going wrong, is stress-related.