Another First Memory of Sleep Walking

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First time you slept walked

I got some people talking this week about their sleep walking memories. This one is from a brother's perspective. Sleepwalking stories are best recalled by another party that was there to witness the act. After all, the sleep walker will only remember part of the story – usually not the best bits!

Into the night

“I haven’t slept walked to my knowledge but my brother did when we were young and I shared a room with him. I remember that I heard the commotion out in the hall from my Mum and Dad. I woke up properly and noticed that Paul was not in his bed. I got up and opened the door. Dad was in the hall in his pyjamas and my Mum had the front door open and was out in the drive with her dressing gown on. The draft through the door was nippy on my feet. What a thing to remember.

“What’s all the noise about? Where’s Paul?”. “He’s sleep walking” my Dad said. Well, I thought this was great. At that time I never knew people sleep walked really. I couldn’t understand why they were reluctant to wake him up.

Paul had gone for a walk down the drive and was walking down the pavement away from the house. He had on his boxer shorts and a pair of shoes. At least he’d stopped to put on his shoes!! My Mum ran after him and fortunately the cold must have half woken him up because he appeared to stop a little way down the road and turn round. He looked a bit puzzled to see my Mum. She steered him back into the house, by which time he was fully awake.

My Mum and Dad were really worried about him. He’d catch such a cold going out like that. He got over it without scratch and he laughs now when reminded that the house alarm code was changed after that!”

First time you slept walked

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Are you a sleep walker? Were you one once, when you were young and now you've grown out of it? Do you still sleep walk?

Hiding

“I think I’ve only slept-walked the once. I was quite young – must have been under eight years old. I don’t remember it myself but I was told enough times about it!

To set the scene a bit, I should let you know that my parents house, the one I grew up in, has two sets of stairs, one at either end. They both go to the same level, and it means you can literally run a circuit up one set along the upstairs level and down the second set and along the ground floor – used to be great fun! My parents room was integral to the circuit in that you actually had to go through it to get from one stair to the other.

Anyway, apparently my parents woke up to find me at the other end of the house, wandering along the hall in my pyjamas. To be found there, meant I had gone out of my room, down the stairs, through the living-room, kitchen and dining room, then back up the other set of stairs. I was in the hall outside their bedroom. I have no recollection of it, and they determined I was sleepwalking.

The next night I was put to bed and couldn’t find my pillow. Dad couldn’t find it anywhere and had to give me one from the spare room. We wondered for couple of days where the pillow could have gone! Then, Mum was turning out the laundry basket in the hall outside their room, when it showed up. It turns out when I was sleepwalking, I’d taken all the laundry out of the basket, stuffed my pillow into the bottom, then piled all the laundry back in on top. No wonder we couldn’t find it!”