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I don't do this much anymore, but when I was younger I used to combine sleepwalking with these weird nightmares where I'd dream that I was in the room I was really sleeping in and there was some threat there which I would react to by trying to get away, fight, whatever. My college roommate that I shared a townhouse with tells me he'll never forget the night I came barreling down the stairs yelling about a wolf in the closet as he and his girlfriend were making out on the couch downstairs.
Part of the problem was that since I usually dreamed that I was in the same room I was really in, I often couldn't tell that the dream was over and there was nothing there.
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