Please tell me the worst thing you've done whilst sleepwalking

[SleepWalkingDoorSlammer]

I have name changed as I've told a few people this story today and I'm almost 100% sure no one else has done this.

Please share your sleepwalking stories to make me feel better.

Last night I was having some sort of nightmare and in my head I suddenly decided the bedroom door needed shutting urgently.

I woke in pain with blood on me and my husband asking what the fuck was going on (the noise woke him!).

Not only did I slam the bedroom door, I slammed it on my finger!

I then went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and got back in bed. Woke this morning in pain (I also slept on it!) and with more blood.

A bit of a shock as I thought I had dreamt the whole thing for a moment.

No one??

I had my family under investigation by social services when I was 4/5 after I was turning up at school every day covered in bruises that my parents couldn’t explain. Until one night my sister woke up to me sleepwalking and repeatedly head butting the walls and walking into doorframes

I sleep walk a lot and usually I just move things or put clothes on (it's very confusing waking up in clothes you weren't wearing when you went to bed) but once when I was having a nightmare, I lept out of bed and ran full speed into the bedroom wall. I was covered in bruises. It also scared the crap out of my husband!

I have only ever sleep walked once to my knowledge. I was drunk, so think this may have been the cause.

I went into the kitchen, emptied out all the veg from the veg drawers in the fridge, then filled them both with water and put them down in the middle of the kitchen floor. I have no idea what my intentions were with that!

I believe I was outside on a Main Street in my knickers and bra. Not 100% certain as I have no recollection. However, I woke my parents up after slamming the front door. Parents said I was freezing cold and the soles of my feet were filthy and talking rubbish. I was dreaming of trying to get into a nightclub but couldn’t get in. Dad had to put me back to bed. I was 18 at the time.

My adult dd took the rent money from a cupboard and hid it in pans in the kitchen!
Younger dd once came downstairs and threw a toilet roll at us when we were sat eating supper!

I only did it once. DH said I was staring at myself in the mirror like something out of the Ring. He was terrified for ages after thaf.

I once covered a class for a teacher who while sleepwalking fell down the stairs and broke multiple bones....

I’ve done this since I was a child. Used to shit my mum right up. She said I used to stand at the bottom of her bed and talk in another language.

As an adult I’ve jumped from the top of the stairs to the Bottom and broke the stair gate in the process, took it off the hinges! all whilst dh was watching a film downstairs. (Stairs come into the living room) he thought I was going to the upstairs toilet and all of the sudden I just jumped 🤣🤣 wasn’t awake / aware at all until he took me back to bed, I badly hurt my ankle during that.

At Xmas I had been wrapping presents on the bed and couldn’t be arsed to take the sellotape etc back down. Dh came up to bed and said you can fuck off if you think your sleeping with scissors next to the bed 🤣

I haven’t had an episode for a while actually.
It’s usually when im overtired or too hot! I suffer from sleep paralysis aswell.

Similar to you. I dived out of bed (to avoid a stampede in my dreeam) but had no recollection. I went to work v early the next day and v sore. Realised I was covered in bruises. Dh told me about diving out of bed that evening. I remembered the dream but not the landing.

As a child I got shut in a wardrobe as an adult I was trying to get out a hotel room while naked, thankfully my husband woke up before I got out the door.

DH's best friend was staying with us for the weekend, we put him in our bedroom and decamped to the spare room because our bedroom was much more comfortable. I decided in the middle of the night to get out of the bed in the spare room that I was in with DH and get into bed with DH's mate, in 'my room' instead. Much shock all round, thankfully everyone laughed it off. I was mortified however.

I used to end up in DH's wardrobe a lot, or walk straight into the bedroom wall. We eventually worked out that I was replicating the route I'd take when I got up from toddler DS's bed after a night-feed to come back to ours.

DH has a very expensive djembe (big drum) - he once sleepwalked into his study/music room, turned it over and pissed into it. He said the next day, when I found him sheepishly cleaning it, that he had a very vague recollection of getting up to go to the upstairs loo. At the time, we didn't have an upstairs loo.

We lived on the top floor of an Edinburgh tenement. My mum heard our front door closing, & on investigation found me on the other side of the metal railings ready to drop right down the stair well.
Parents fitted a double mortise lock & took the key to bed with them after that.

My dad when he was young used to sleep walk a lot. They live in a high rise block of flats. He used to try and climb out the windows
They had to put bulky furniture in front of the windows to stop him.
I slept walked a few times. Most dramatic was opening a jar of beetroot, sticking my fingers in and then putting a plaster on my thumb.
I was baffled the next morning. I had a plaster on my thumb but didn't remember cutting it. When I took the plaster off it was beetroot colour.

Went to kitchen and jar of opened beetroot of counter and wrapping from plaster😂