Eating a cigarette, had the whole thing in my mouth, chewing it up. Was also microwaving a stick of butter.
I’ve been sleepwalking since I was 5 or 6. Some are pretty amusing, my grandmother lived in the country and she had a private family cemetery.
Well I got up got a chair from the kitchen, took it to the front door got the key, opened the door and proceeded to the cemetery. She said she knew I was sleep walking and followed at a distance. I opened the gate and walked around visited all the tombstones talking in Babel. Came back locked up and put the chair back and wet to bed.
I cleaned the house immaculately a few times, sleep eat. I’M always digging in the trash trying to find something???
Full sugar bowls are always mysteriously emptied and not in the trash… Just a few of my escapades…
I’ve woken up crying, with tears coming down my cheeks. I’ve also woken up laughing. Waking up laughing is very cool, but it does not happen nearly as often for me as waking up crying. 
Neither has happened all that often, though, really. Maybe a half dozen times in my life. But both are strange in a similar way, in that the emotion that evoked the reaction disappears pretty much the instant I wake up, while I am still experiencing the physical manifestation (crying or laughing) of whatever emotion I was feeling in my dream. It’s a very odd sensation.
Last night I had a dream in which I got drunk. I woke up with a wicked hangover. I think it’s kind of unfair to have a hangover without the whole getting drunk thing.