Anyone here sleepwalk.
I never did till recently.
Over the last week,when I have got out of bed in the morning, I have found things in strange places that I couldnt explain how they got there.
It had me stumped.
I went to bed last night wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt.Woke up wearing a pair of jeans and a button up going out shirt......WTF
Late last night/early morning , so my neighbour tells me, I actually unlocked the front door and had adventured outside walking around the yard.
My neighbour was home late from work(night shift), saw me and said "G'day".I apparently just stared at him for a second and kept walking aimlessly around the house.
Moving my car keys into the oven or moving my tv into the bathroom is one thing,,,and kinda funny, but wandering around outside at 3am is a bit scary.
I have just started to sleep talk, nothing interesting just babble, same as in here really 
When I'm stressed I talk during sleep.. apparently a couple years back my father heard me and started talking me back (he was awake) and I started talking about a "super hot chick" (unfortunately in italian the word I used means both hot chick and pussy xD)
the only episode of sleepwalking I remember of was when at a holiday house I apparently got up, went into the bathroom, wandered around the house and got back to sleep upside down (the bed was in the opposite direction than my home's bed, so I guess that's the reason)
I woke up to find I was trying to strangle a VHS player and there was nobody in the van except for us 
I was a pretty consistent sleepwalker as a kid. I would get up and apparently have full conversations with my parents - stuff knows what I used to say they never told me which scares me. I even remember when i was like 10 I used the kitchen bin as a urinal...seriously wtf?
More recently I even started to get ready for work when the Mrs woke me up and told me it was only 1am.
In my late teens we worked out it was my body temperature that would set it off. I started to go to bed only with boxer shorts. Even in winter, and my sleep walking reduced dramatically.
The odd occasion it happens now I will have gone to bed with tracksuit pants or a tshirt. Or it is a really hot night.
I dont know how hot its been over in cockroach land but try the heat theory...?
hmmm, you only find out about the times someone tells you. I've had 3, one could of ended badly.
When Lise and I moved back to Perth we moved in with her folks to save a deposit for our home and to hammer the mortgage whilst building.
Apparently one night after a couple of sherbets I walked out into the family room where the future Father in law was watching tele, starkers with a raging hard on, looked at him, mumbled something incoherent, scratched my nuts, said goodnight and went and crawled back into the sack with his daughter 
It was golden ammunition for his speech at the nuptials.
Hi, my names theDoctor..., and I'm a sleep walker
hi theDoctor
My sleep walking began when I first began awake walking...
My mum thought I was possessed and took me to a priest cause she was too stupid to realise a toddler could climb out of his crib and walk around the house like a baby zombie when he was fast asleep...
as I grew older it became a family joke, "oh little theDoctor is sleep walking again, quick close the sliding door in front of him, or, watch him walk into the gas heater"
But as I got older it became more painful... And embarrassing...
My parents, never told me I slept walked, or sleep walked, or had conversations with them whilst totally and utterly dead fast asleep.....
Nor did they tell the parents of my friend at my first sleepover party, thankfully the hippie parents of my first real friend in primary school abandoned their never "wake a sleepwalker" carob and mung bean notions when I walked out the front door and down the highway on my own merry zombie way home...
That was also the first time I heard the word erection or knew that 8yr old boys could get them ... In their sleep...!
but saying that, at 8yrs old, I did know I could get a stiffy in my d1ckybird....
My first real girlfriend was even worse...
Imagine waking from a sleepover at your girlfriends morally liberal parents house, feeling all bohemian and trendy and being handed a big washing basket of urine soaked unused bed sheets and towels and being told you went midnight wee wee's in the linen cupboard...
I have to hide keys from myself, save I find them in my sleep and go walkies...
That's a lesson a learnt shortly after moving out of home when I was 18..., well that and not to sleep in the nuddie....
Like I mentioned, i'd just moved out of home, one suburb over in a shack by the beach...
I woke one morning with soaking wet socks on my feet and wearing nothing else...
Slightly confused but mostly morbidly horrified, I dressed and went out side to discover footsteps in the heavy morning dew trailing off down the street....
Its gotten to the point where my missus keeps a dictaphone by the bed to record our late night conversations, where I'm totally asleep, like the time I told her I was quitting work and moving to mexico to start a mariachi band called "los property" or to record my latest song in the continuing musical saga that will one day be called, according to a fast asleep theDoctor... Penis the musical
Only did it for a short while but provided some amusing (for others) moments.
started off by getting out of bed and wandering around to the other side of the bed and pissing in the pot plant. Then when my girlfriend (now missus) and I were living together I started to wander around our unit and move furniture and then go back to bed. just before we got married she woke up and couldnt find me. The front door was ajar. She looked out the balcony windows and theres me striding up and down the street (thankfully a cul-de-sac) in my birthday suit. After controlling her laughter she went down and guided me up the stairs and back to bed. Took her ages to convince me I did it but the neighbours backed her up. Never did it again after we got married. Some of the neighbours gave me grief for years 
^^^^So are you saying that marriage took away your freedom to frolic naked down the street at 3am?
or I need to get married to stop sleep walking.
Seems I was on the move again last night.
I set a few boobie traps (no Doggie, a boobie trap isnt a bra on the ground hidden under leaves.) .
I tied a few trip wires across the door ways, just bits of light cotton, and a few had been snapped through the night.
The doors leading outside still had the trip wires unbroken.So at least I stayed indoors.
Unless,subconsciously I knew they were there and stepped over them so I wouldnt let my awake self know I had been outside.
Its hard to trick yourself or hide the front door keys from yourself.
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Dont freak me out even more.
I watched this when I was a kid and couldnt go to a circus for years.
