SleepwalkingA friend of mine once cooked an entire meal for two in her sleep, ate the lot and washed-up before going back to bed.
She has also awoken to find herself naked, on a fire escape in Fulham, confronted by two burly - and not to mention excitable - officers of the Metropolitan Police.
She doesn't even live in Fulham.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 22:21)
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Musical beds.The last bit of sleepwalking I can remember was when I was 9. I had, in the middle of the night, got out of my bed, got dressed into my school clothes, crossed the landing into my sisters room, got into her bed (she was away with friends, THANK THE LORD) and then carried on sleeping. The unfortunate element of this journey was that my bed had a wall on the right side, but my sister's one had a wall and big shelves on the left.
I woke up and without thinking lept from the bed straight into a wraught iron shelf support.
I never sleepwalked again.
My mum though, she has occasionally had conversations with me and my sis in her sleep. Downside is, she's already "had" half of the conversation, leading to such things as this:
Mum: "Don't worry about it love, it'll wash out. Just don't tell your sister. She does love that cat."
Me: "Right." (I was sitting watching TV.)
Apologies for length. I think. I'm not sure. This is my first post.
(, Thu 23 Aug 2007, 11:36, Reply)
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