When my wife (then just girlfriend) and I first moved in together, she used to tell me stories of my sleepwalking antics the night before. My favorite one was when I apparently got up, got dressed, put my shoes on, and was heading to the store to buy M&M's. I was determined to have popcorn and M&M's for a snack, and we had no M&M's in the house. My wife had to nicely steer me back to bed so I wouldn't go wandering out in traffic like that.
She was scared to death at the time, but we laugh about it now.
Thankfully, I haven't done that in a good ten years.
