Similar to your experience I was lying in bed thinking I wanted a glass of water. I remember reaching for the empty glass on my bedstand as I got up-the next thing I remember I was lying in bed thinking that I wanted a drink of water-I looked at my bed stand and a glass of water was there. Oh, I must have already gotten the water...OK that was strange. I don't live alone and no one has ever reported seeing me doing things at night ,,,so I figure/hope it was a fluke.

I have always roamed around in my sleep. I had to explain to my supervisor that I was late for work because I woke up under the computer desk and didn't take my alarm clock with me. I have left the dogs outside to roam, even woke up outside on a couple of occasions.

As far as coping, I am 47 and my whole life has been one great big fog whether I'm sleeping or awake. I'm never suprised to find my wallet in the refrigerater. Heck, I remember one day last month I put my work ID and drivers licence in a place (thought to myself I shouldn't put it there because I'll never find it) Apparently I didn't move it. I still haven't found it. I figure that me and the driver's licence place will become buddies soon, as many times as I had to get another one issued.

I figure that even with all of the problems that I have with the narcolepsy, there is someone else out there that has it a whole lot worse than I do. That's what keeps me sane. If I am sane.

You guys and gals are a HOOT! Sometimes I can't find my glasses cuz I can't remember where I put them. I'd like to blame it on my dog but apparently his eyes are good enough and he doesn't need glasses.

I "lost" my cell phone Thursday night. So I Emailed my mom to call. Gee maybe I'll find it. For what seemed like fragments of an hour, I look everywhere (it ain't ringing) and I can't find it. Now I'm really making a mess rifling through everything on my already mess of a desk with papers...But I found the TV remote that I didn't know was missing.... So I do the laundry...It occurs to me after the washer has about 1 minute worth of water in it and my jeans are in there where I clip my phone often.... oh crap! Hot dog! I only clip it on the belt though) I didn't wash the belt. Still couldn't find my phone in the WASHER! That's good. Way later, next morning 5:30 I find the phone in my car. (if I remember this right?!). It slid off the sumthinerother and onto the floor. I clip it onto my belt that I didn't wash and the jeans that I did wash. 10:00 Phone vibrates. I answer and wonder who's calling to bother me at work. I can't find my glasses fast enough to read the caller. "Oh - you found your phone" . Thanks mom. Forgot I lost it.

I hope you enjoy my humor cuz' it's fun for me to write. We should make a movie about all of our experiences and it would probably be a blockbuster. I'm laughing with all of you! Keep it coming. Gotta go, It's Nap time.

my thoughts are wear your pjs to bed .nothing like wondering the streets wearing your birthday suit.......I was a walker until I was 13....no ..

LMAO
Milk in the sink, huh?
The problem is I would spill anything I tried to pour in my sleep. I know this, because I spill everything I try to pour when I'm "awake!"

I haven't done any sleep walking since I was maybe 10 or 11, but my mother used to have a gate at the top of the stairs because she was afraid I'd just wander my butt down the stairs and out the door.

I never did grow out of sleep talking, however. My family tells of some interesting conversations I don't remember. And my boyfriend and I both do it, so one of us always has a funny to tell the other in the morning.

Sleeping in jammies is a good idea, but unfortunately, taking them off in my sleep is also something I never grew out of. LOL. If I'm hot, I take care of it, whether I know it or not!

Just to be clear on my earlier post. I think my world misses a few seconds here and there. I think my "sleepwalking" is actually micro-sleeps. That's something I learned way back but I "re-learned" from this site. Thanks.

I'm here and you're there.
I'm there but you're not here.
If I'm not there and you're not here.
Then... we're not "All There".

I say be happy it was on the sink and not in bed with you! Before Xyrem I sleep walked and sleep eated all the time. I've awaken to chocolate smeared all over my face and forehead and sheets (ew!)... not a pleasant experience!! And totally rough for weight loss when a friend gives you a two lb bag of chocolates for Valentines day and you wake up in the morning to wrappers all over your bed, chocolate smeared everywhere, and you don't even have the pleasure of remembering the savoring experience of any bite!!

I totally understand how that can be scary, especially living alone. I finally got scared that I would overdose on medication or something in my sleep so I locked it all up. Not that I couldn't find the key in my sleep but it's at least a barrier. And I also lock my bedroom door at night too. And make sure I have water by the bed every night before I go to sleep. Just try to make sure dangerous things are put up good and things you may want/desire are handy... but... uh... leave the 2lb bag of chocolate at your friend's house or at work!

Thanks for sharing your stories. After this "pouring milk" incident I started marking the milk container with a line when i had a glass to see if any was missing in the morning. I'm happy to say that since the time i found the cup on milk sitting in the bathroom sink, there seems to be no more known incidences and no milk missing in the morning by way of the jug lines. I did that for 2 gallons and now I'm convinced that it was not a usual occurance for me to pour milk and leave it in the sink in the middle of the night. And N2god says that after starting Zyrem they no longer have the problem, nice to know that meds may take care of that too. Happy Holidays, Cheryl

I regularly sleep talk. According to my wife, sometimes in different languages and that I am often more verbal when I am sleeping than when I am awake. If I have a hearing coming up, I will usually start quoting cases and arguing, or, if I call the dogs, the poor guys don't know what to do.