Any Funny Sleepwalking Stories Out There?

And I thought my girlfriend had it hard putting up with me!

 

When I was about 12 I had this vague dream I was sleeping in the middle of the front yard. I was making my bed the next morning and couldn't find my pillow. I went outside to catch the bus and there was my pillow in the middle of the front yard. My dad was pissed.

 

My brother peed in the trashcan once when we were little.

Another time, he jumped out of our bunk beds, ran out on our porch, and took off running down the street. My mom heard the door slam shut, and met him halfway down the road in the car.

 

When myself and Mrs. Horns were apart I was staying in a highrise. One night our son was staying with me and I put him to sleep and when I went to bed an hour or so later, he was gone. I looked and found he had walked into the closet and went to sleep.

The VERY NEXT NIGHT we went to sleep and I woke up at about 3 am and he was not in the bed. I looked for 15 minutes and could not find him, I opened the door to the outside hall and he was laying at the base of the door just as had had done in my closet.

 

This past year I was in Vegas for New Years (on the way to the Fiesta Bowl). Staying in some dumpy motel off the strip (since we checked in on 12/31 we couldn't check in at any hotel on the strip).
Anyways I got hammered. Sometime I got up (to pee) and instead of going to the bathroom I walked outside (without a key, door locked automatically behind me). Ended up in the laundry room which was adjacent to the the hotel and pissed in there (on the floor of course). Then I got lost. I knew we had a corner room but for some reason I walked upstairs and knocked on the door to let me in. Unfortunately it was the wrong door (wrong floor) and I had a very upset Japense guy answering the door.
Eventually I found my way back to the room. Long night.

 

I'm a chronic sleep-walker. Every story posted so far has happened to me; ie: pissing in a closet, being found outside, etc.

One other bad one was where I was spending the night over at one of my friends house who was married. Apparently, after getting up to relieve myself, I crawled into bed with both of them. They basically said "what the hell are you doing?" and I mumbled and left the room.

Sleep-walking sucks!

 

When I was three or four we lived in Middletown, Ohio. Some city workers had been working on the street and there was a big hole surrounded by barricades. One night my mother went to check on me and I wasn't there. She went outside and found me standing inside the barricades on the edge of the hole. She said, "Batman, what are you doing?!" I said, "I'm watching the men work."

Here's a sleep-talking one I like. One night in high school a friend was staying over. I'd gone to sleep and he was watching cable. I started mumbling while he was watching a televangelist. I said something about going somewhere and he egged me on to get me to talk more. He said, "Where are you going?" I said, "To your house." He said, "Which way are you going?" I said, "I was thinking about trying the Christian way."

 

I've talked in my sleep and that's about as far as it has gone.

 

I was in the kitchen once and my little brother walked up to the sink, placed a chair by it, and proceeded to piss in the sink.

 

LMAO!!! For some reason. most of these stories really crack me up.

I never sleepwalked, but in my first marriage, I used to talk in my sleep quite a bit. Hmmm...Now that I think about it, maybe it's because she never shut her piehole long enough for me to get a word in edgewise...I swear, she had diarhea of the mouth...

 

Good news guys. Dallas didn't sleepwalk at my parents house this weekend! So far so good - my dad still doesn't have a reason to dislike him!

Although, I hear rumor that there was a sleepwalking incidence at his friend's house friday night.....

 

My mom grew up in a family with 6 other brothers and sisters in a tiny 3 bed/1 bath house. All the guys would sleep in one room, and all the girls in the other. The room to the guys was right next to the girls and in order for the girls to go to the bathroom they needed to walk through the guys room first. My mother was a big time sleepwalker, and did so on a number of occasions. One standing out in particular where one time she went to the bathroom, walking into her brothers' room, and peed in their shoes in their closet, freaking them all out.

 

It's not as interesting as sleepwalking, but I sleep with my eyes open. It really is pretty freaky, from what I umderstand, and someone took a picture of me once. I looked dead, just staring through half closed eyes with no spark in them, not focused on anything. Many times I have fallen asleep on a bus or plane and awakened to find people waving their hands in front of my face to see if I can see them. It's funny.

One time a guy sort of sleepwalked into my apartment, though. He wasn't technically unconcious; he was a crackhead. My old apartments had our resident crack head that lived somewhere in my building. We'd occassionally see him stumbling around outside in his boxers and one sock or the like. He'd have this strange look on his face like everything he saw was the most horrible thing imaginable.

Anyway, one time I was in the kitchen fixing myself a sandwhich or some **** and the front door (which was unlocked) slams open and Jimmy Jack Crackhead barges in. He looked around, saw me, realized he'd walked into the wrong apartment and became as scared as i've ever seen a person. He repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, sorry" a couple times and I just said, "It's chill. But get the f#ck out." I locked my door after that.