Sleepwalker
Karen Thomas used to go sleepwalking, naked, until she realised it might be a good idea to always go to bed wearing a nighty.
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While attending a wedding in Tiverton we stayed in a rather nice intimate little hotel. Rather the worse for wear my husband Dave and I retired at about 1am. I awoke to find the lights blazing at 2.30am with someone knocking on the door and opened it to find Dave stark naked.
I asked him where he'd been and he mumbled he'd tried to find a loo (we had an en suite in the room!).... I did ask him if he'd wee'd anywhere (he has previous for this). The next morning he was a bit fragile although up for breakfast.
We went into the nice (again initimate) breakfast room and immediately on sitting down heard a table just behind us talking about the hotel streaker... One of the women on the table said 'not so much a streaker - he was standing stark naked in my room'
I nearly choked on my rice crispies with laughter - Dave was less amused.
Complain about this postwe were woken at 3am by our distraught downstairs neighbours.they revealed to us the
Complain about this postflow of water down the walls in their newly decorated bathroom.
Daughter ,then a teenager, had slept walked to our bathroom turned on the bathtaps then returned to her bed....
I was working on an oil rig just of Blackpool. Ariving back on shore after a trip it was to late to travel so I booked into a large hotel on the sea front. I was a bit stressed out after the trip, so had a few to relax maybe a few two many.
The hotel was split into two large bulidings. To get to reception from my room you had to walk along the sea front. I always sleep in the nude. I was woken in the reception area very confused the staff eventualy worked out my room number. What was worse there was lot of people about as I went to bed early.
Complain about this postThe exotic nature of my sleepwalking has developed with age. Over the years I have herded my flatmates and later my wife into a relatively safe part of the house with the intention of saving them from an impending bomb explosion, and have walked in the dead of night around a Yorkshire Dales village while dreaming I was in the Scottish Highlands.
Complain about this postI can only cut bread straight in my sleep !
Complain about this postAs a student I shared a flat & was always laughed at as I could never cut bread straight. ( as a child my father would never let me use a sharp knife in case I cut myself). To my house mates great amazement they crept down stairs thinking they had burglars, to find me making a tomato sandwich in my sleep.To everyones surprise the loaf was dead straight & I had no recollection of the event.!
When my sister was about 10 she sleep walked in the night, she stepped off the top step of the stairs and fell to the bottom. Our father picked her up from the foot of the stairs, still asleep, and put her back to bed. The next morning she knew nothing about it and had no marks.
Complain about this postI have sleepwalked since I was 12 - now 42. Have done many naked walks, tried to climb out windows high up in hotels, doing household chores; you name i have done it.
The most embarrasing was being away with my husband in a villa in Spain with several ex-colleagues who had become good friends. I sleepwalked naked into the bedroom of my ex-boss and his wife, tried to pee on their bed (unsuccessfully, fortunately), and then crept into bed with them. Fortunately his wife has experience with sleep walking, and helped me back to my husband. I have very little recollection of the event apart from what was told me. However, I do remember the absolute shock mixed with amusement on my ex-boss' face! It was obviously the talking point for the rest of the holiday.
Annette
Complain about this postMy husband once woke to find me leaning arms above my head against the bedroom wall.On asking "what are you doing" I replied "its ok this wall's falling down but I've got it"
Complain about this postOn many other occasions I walked and talked nonsense to the amusement of my family,trying to catch non existant birds,looking for boxes,chickens and I once walked down the road in my nightie having unlocked the backdoor and gate without waking,the pain of the gravel underfoot brought me back to conciousness and I slunk back hoping no one had seen me.
I have been from the top to bottem of many flights of stairs,usually when away from home,without serious injury,though I have had lots of bruises.
Afew years ago I made a connection between eating cheese in the evening and having an active night,so I now avoid cheese and havent slepwalked since.Though a few months ago I found a sweater rolled up in the mat in front of the fire, like a swiss roll,it must have been me I guess but as usual I remember nothing about it.
An RAF roommate, sleepwalking to the latrines down the centre aisle of our 20 bedded barrack room, on one occasion turned left into my bedspace, opened my tall locker door and urinated inside before closing the door and returning to bed. On another occasion the somnambulant urinator filled both my boots, which sat gleaming at the foot of my bed ready for the following morning's inspection.
(At least I assumed he was asleep. Both events took place in the middle of the night and on both occasions I thought I was dreaming.)
Complain about this postThe first time I lived alone I kept finding the kitchen light on in the morning, and once a pot of tea made. I mentioned it to my Mum who said 'Yes you've always sleepwalked'. Information I wish she'd shared with me before I left home and nighties behind.
Complain about this postWhile staying in a pleasant 4 star hotel near San Jose California I developed a heavy head cold. I dosed myself with some medication and topped it off with a few beers and then went to bed. I awoke to find myself walking naked in the hotel corridor. I hurried back to my room but of course I could not open the door without a card.
In a state of panic, i made my way to the toilets.There, I sat in a cubicle head in hands wondering how on earth i could get out of this when i spied black binliner. I emptied it and, in good punk rock tradition, made myself a pair of pants,( why i never just wrapped it around me i don't know) With much embarrassment, I made my way through the lobby to reception.
After some confusion as to whether i was staying in the hotel, i was taken back to my room a very relieved man.
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