I don’t know about you, but I walk in our sleep.
If I am on a diet, I will get up in the middle of the evening and eat everything I can find. I have already eaten entire cakes and even a whole dish full of candy. My wife will find myself and others lying on the sofa, a blanket over our shoulders and feeling sick. I’ve been known to go outside every once in awhile and our wife has installed special locks to avoid this. She must have forgotten to set the lock the other evening because I was outside. She woke up to see I wasn’t in bed and when she didn’t see the bathroom light, she came looking for me. All of us were having a snowstorm and I had walked out of the modern home with nothing but our eveninggown and the blanket I had from the couch. She gently brought myself and others back into the modern home and she turned up the control equipment to get the oil furnace running, while covering myself and others tightly. When I finally became aware of where I was, I couldn’t figure out why I was so cold. She told myself and others I was getting into the car so I could turn on the heater, when she found me. I remembered dreaming that I was taking the kids to McDonalds and I wanted to boiling up the car and turn on the heating system so the kids would be warm. As the heat poured from the air vents, I eventually stopped shivering. The next afternoon she made myself and others call the doctor. She said I needed to do something about our sleep walking.