tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870192870285427105.post327817148786429706..comments2023-04-29T05:54:37.189-04:00Comments on Shit Happens: SleepwalkingMichaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048151290191168999noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870192870285427105.post-90326750917792687012007-08-24T19:03:00.000-04:002007-08-24T19:03:00.000-04:00Val - I'm not sure if I'd count that one of mine a...Val - I'm not sure if I'd count that one of mine as real sleepwalking because I did remember the smell of bleach from the 'dream' but it did make me consider fitting restraints to my bed :)<BR/><BR/>Heather - yep a lot of people suffer from it. I was told I once stood up, asked my gf "Why would you want a picture of a dog with three legs?" then got back into bed. Maybe there is some deep psychological reason but if there is, I don't think I want to know.Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05048151290191168999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870192870285427105.post-34030668959001613162007-08-24T14:59:00.000-04:002007-08-24T14:59:00.000-04:00Yummm..I love cookies.This is so weird to read thi...Yummm..I love cookies.<BR/><BR/>This is so weird to read this! I've never given my condition a name... but it seems I suffer the same as you to some extent. I do some crazy-ass things in my sleep. That's what we've always called them.. CrazyAss Things She Does In Her Sleep<BR/><BR/>1. Fully sound asleep sex (initiated by me, if you catch my drift). "I did what last night? liar!" Yes, yes baby... you did. "Jesus, Mary & Joseph.... I'm sorry"..... No, no, don't be sorry!<BR/><BR/>2. I left my apartment, got in my car in the driveway and sat there with my hands on the steering wheel. My BF at the time came out, asked me where I was going. I said we needed milk for the party.<BR/><BR/>3. Left my bed, pulled down the attic ladder from the ceiling (something my whimpy-self can barely do awake).... and crawled up into the attic... sat there for a while, again... the BF found me and escorted me back to bed.<BR/><BR/>4. I've made and eaten sandwhiches, the only reason I knew I did was by the crusts I found on my end table. And the mess I'd left in the kitchen ( i dont DO messes)<BR/><BR/>5. I've ran a bath... and did not turn the water off..... <BR/><BR/>6. Walking, lots and lots of walking.... here, there, everywhere <BR/><BR/>7. Sitting up in bed and talking about all kinds of stuff... usually secrets I've been keeping (which really sucks, btw..)<BR/><BR/>The weirdest part about it is anyone who witnesses any of it usually has NO idea I'm sleeping. My eyes are open, I appear fully coherent. I have been told I don't really answer questions though.... and I have a sort of dead-eyes thing going on....<BR/><BR/>Until lately, I've never been much of a drinker at all... so it couldn't have been booze induced... but I think you're onto something about the anxiety aspect.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, you are not alone...Alice Amplifiedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05601219807319443887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870192870285427105.post-62495943906436718792007-08-24T08:47:00.000-04:002007-08-24T08:47:00.000-04:00"One of my sister's houses" - how many houses does..."One of my sister's houses" - how many houses does she have. (I'm sorry, the nitpicking sort of does itself).<BR/><BR/>You are more observant in your sleep than I am awake. I once went to get some lemon squash in my aunt's kitchen, took out the container (the opaque plastic kind, this was 30 years ago), poured some into a glass then diluted it. It was only AFTER I had taken a mouthful that I realised my aunt was keeping bleach in the container.valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08784717652044574470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870192870285427105.post-57541798806523277422007-08-23T10:04:00.000-04:002007-08-23T10:04:00.000-04:00Ali - Scary indeed, especially if you live with me...Ali - Scary indeed, especially if you live with me and I'm asleep and dreaming about food.<BR/><BR/>P - I don't remember anything when I'm awake either so there isn't much difference.<BR/><BR/>Yep I remember. We're a strange bunch.Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05048151290191168999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870192870285427105.post-38888206877792292172007-08-23T08:49:00.000-04:002007-08-23T08:49:00.000-04:00So you don't remember anything you do when sleepwa...So you don't remember anything you do when sleepwalking? I feel a story coming on.....<BR/><BR/><BR/>btw do you remember the time I sleepwalked out to my car and tried to get in and drive to work? I'm pretty sure it was you who came out and stopped me, it was when we lived at W. Rd.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12032596630769733762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870192870285427105.post-63691135487215784802007-08-23T03:35:00.000-04:002007-08-23T03:35:00.000-04:00LMFAO at the last bit Michael. Scary stuff though...LMFAO at the last bit Michael. Scary stuff though, seriously.Alihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15832247265291417516noreply@blogger.com