Ah, the joys of sleeping.
When I was younger, I was much more inclined to wander around the house at night. Highlights including screaming at my sister when she wouldn't furnish me with a glass of water at 2AM and waking up in my bed in a hostel, clutching a bottle of water and my toothbrush as if life depended on it.

Nowadays, I'm more likely to be found talking nonsense or doing things in the comfort of my own bed. I scared the shit out of my visiting friend by sitting bolt upright in bed, staring into space and murmuring gibberish before suddenly dropping back down to sleep. Recently, my boyfriend woke up to find me pointing at the window in our bedroom, offering no explanation. I'll also hold perfectly sensible conversations with people whilst fast asleep, which used to make being 'woken' for school by my mum a bit of a joke.

I also have sleep apnea, which scared the shit out of my bloke the first time he witnessed it - basically, I stop breathing at random whilst sleeping. Cue bloke shitting himself, thinking I've died when a good twenty seconds has passed with no signs of breathing, before I suddenly start gasping for breath like a long distance swimmer and then continue to sleep peacefully. I looked it up on wikipedia; apparently, it's often caused by having a seriously fat neck which conjures up enough hilarious mental images to stop me being too afraid of, y'know, dying as I sleep.
(the nightmare of cake, Fri 24 Aug 2007, 12:23, Reply)