I did experience sleepwalking when I was younger, but the most exciting thing that ever happened was when I sleepwalked (this is a real word) out of our house into the garden. My parents think I was trying to find my way to our living room for Saturday morning cartoons, as was our ritual every Saturday starting at six am. In fact, I think sleepwalking was the reason we weren't allowed to get up any earlier than six.
Anyway, taking a semi-conscious stroll in the garden isn't the coolest story ever.
When about17 I was hanging out with one of my younger brothers downstairs, listening to music. We were in charge that night and all of the younger kids had been put to bed, mom and dad were out on the town. All of a sudden we turn around and there he is, the zombie version of our little brother.
It was kind of creepy the way he was just staring at us, and the way he snuck up on us with superhuman stealth. Well we told him to get out of there, and that he should be in bed, but nothing phased him and he just stood there staring.
At one point he tried saying something that he obviously felt was very important, and even though he ennunciated perfectly, the words coming out of his mouth were not real.
Finally I went over and shook him around a little, repeating loudly that he had to go to bed. Something was obviously wrong. He looked wide awake, but he couldn't respond to simple questions like, "what are you doing?!" and "are you okay??".
Then he just started peeing his pants, right there, standing on the carpet. We tried stopping him but of course it was no use. We finally got him cleaned up and back to bed, and the next morning he didn't remember a thing.
That was pretty awesome.
