Last night the oddest thing happened. I went to bed and had a dream that something icky (oh, I don't know, like a rat) was crawling down my wall towards me. In the dream, I pushed myself away from the wall to avoid the rodent and that was that. Only it wasn't. This morning I woke up to find my bed at a diagonal across the room. Somehow, I had managed to get up, pull the bed's frame away from the wall and climb back in without waking up. And moving the bed is something that takes great effort when I am fully lucid.
Freakin' weird. So either I moved furniture in my sleep or my apartment is haunted. Neither option a good one.
I just hope I'm not starting some new noctural hobby. I don't want to wake up in some intersection with my PJs on. I looked up "sleepwalking" on WebMD and didn't get many answers. I did find out that there are people who "sleep eat," awakening to find whole sticks of butter gone from their refrigerator.
A friend of mine mused about how awful it would be to be gaining weight from sleep eating and not know why. That's when I got the idea for a helpful sleep disorder: sleep exercising. It would be such a great way to stay in shape while still getting eight hours of Z's. I think I'll call it "Shut-eye Bo."