When I was around 6-7 years old I suffered terribly from sleepwalking
and only found out about it a few years ago although I do remember the incidents, I thought they were dreams.

I threw myself down a steep flight of stairs. Luckily my dad, who kept an ear open downstairs for my sleepwalking, just got to the bottom of the stairs in time to catch me.

I often woke my sister by twisting strands of her hair and chanting. Various chants have included "chewing gum, chewing gum..." or "cardigans, cardigans...", "The wardrobe!..."

I used to get out of bed, lift the carpet and do tinkles underneath it.

I've run through the house screaming.

I've emptied the contents of my wardrobe onto the floor and tinkled on them.

I was convinced our house was haunted.

We moved when I was 7 years old and it all stopped.
( Flowerpot No longer has the vapours thanks to DTH, Tue 28 Aug 2007, 0:39, Reply)