Sleepwalking Experiences

When I sleepwalk-pee, it seems that I can always find the toilet. It's only happened 3 times in my life (I'm 35). Last night was one of them. I did drink a few beers earlier in the evening. Anyway, my wife thought it was funny because I hung the towel on the mirror over the sink and not the towel hanger. Read below for more pathetic comments, righteous "don't drink" comments, down-right hilarious comments.

Some people can handle some alcohol. Some can't. Nobody is the better because of it.

In summation...tadow.

I can only justify this by assuming it was him sleep walking. although im certain he was semi-consiouse as he did respond to me as me and in the present time. always when he has been drinking. first time was in our hallway, when asked what he was doing his response was "dont u know your supposed to pee down stream?" the second time he got out of bed, walked around to our bedside table, opened the drawer inches from my face, aimed and urinated in the drawer. the third time, i found him at 3 am sleeping in our sons toddler bed, which he had peed in, of course. although, he considerately took his own pants off. since then, if he has been drinking i dont sleep. he shows no remorse, or shame whatsoever on the subject. i am 25 years old, he is 35. stopping/cutting back on alcohol is not an option for him, the idea shuts him out completely. weve had no other issues regarding the alcohol such as violence or money problems. but this is enough for me. i spend all day changing diapers and wiping my childrens butts, i dont need to spend all night guarding every corner of my home. sleeping on edge listening for the sound of him wandering the halls looking for a place to do his business. i will present him with an ultimatum that invovles choosing between eliminating the alcohol completely, a diaper, a catheder, or the absence of me completely. to whoever says "this isnt seriouse" is in denial. it is seriouse, urin contains contaminants and bacteria that can cause salmonella and other harmfull diseases. i have children. p.s. these ARE just the few times i caught him. i cant imagine how often this happened without me noticing. wich would make more sence out of why the heater in the bathroom smells like piss.

so this past saturday i went to a bar with some friends and i got pretty hammered, but not black out drunk. i haven't drank like that in at least 5 or 6 months. i woke up sunday morning and my friend said that her mom was pissed that i was still there (i crashed for the night) and so i was pretty much kicked out with no explanation and with a raging hangover. it wasn't until today that i was told that i had woken up in the middle of the night, went into my friend's parent's room, walked to this laundry basket on the floor, pulled down my pants and peed in the basket. WTF. she said it was a huge ordeal, but i have no recollection of it at all. everything else about that night i can remember except for that. so, my explanation: sleep walking. but i have never done that before to my knowledge, so i'm shocked. i don't know if it's my level of stress or exhaustion that led to my sleep walking, but either way, i'm completely embarrassed and most likely banned from that house for quite some time. now i'm super nervous to go drinking again, which sucks since my 21st bday is literally right around the corner. but reading all these other stories is kinda comforting since i know i'm not the only one to do this humilating escapade.

So i like to drink. I like to get really drunk when I drink. On three separate occasions (all recently) I have sleep walked/pissed on something after getting black out drunk.

The first time was at a party. I got super drunk and passed out, like usual. I woke up in the morning, got up, and went home. Later that day I start getting calls. I had sleepwalked into the living room and pissed on someone sleeping on the couch. And then apparently peed in my sleep on myself. Extremely embarrassing.

The second time was at a friends house. We had been partying around town that night and decided to go back to his house to do some drinking and pass out. There was about 5 of us total. I got drunk and blacked out. At some point I had gone into my friends room where he and his girlfriend had been sleeping, grabbed the trashcan, moved it in front of the door, leaned on the door, and peed in the trashcan. Afterwards I walked to the closet, grabbed a pair of her shoes, and put them on. When my friend noticed me and asked what I was doing I told him I was putting some shoes on.

The third time happened about a month after the second time. I went to a girls house with two friends. We sat around the table playing drinking games with her and her room mate. I passed out on the couch and woke up with a huge snake on my face. (I have no recollection of this). I hate snakes. I got up and started yelling at her. I then walked across the hall into her room mates room and pissed on her bed. The only part I remember is getting kicked out of her house.

Anyways happy pissing and try not to black out if you're not at your own house.

So last night I decided to drink some rum. I didn't think I drank to much. Anyways I went pee and went to bed like normal. I faintly remember a pee in my dream. I forgot everything this morning until my grandma told me my brother was pissed. Apparently I pissed in the middle of his floor, then took his blanket from him and went to sleep on his bed. I woke up to him kicking me asking for his cover and when I went to go to my bed I stepped in a huge piss puddle and took my socks off and put them in the laundry room. I have to say as embarrassing as that was it was also funny as hell.

My boyfriend has a sever problem with peeing on everything when he is drunk and what I made him start doing to help was go pee before he falls asleep, even when he doesn't have to! And he hasn't peed anywhere since. You just hav to force yourself to pee. Works everytime!!

Ever since I moved over seas ive been having intense lucid dreams, almost every night. I can control everything I do and know im dreaming. But sleep walking? Never happend before. I woke up and went into my housemates room and she told me everything! And this is what happend,
First I slept for only a hour and talking in my sleep - share a room with a friend. Then I get up mumbling to myself and went into my house mates bedroom. I went straight to her bed and sat on the end of it and I had my head down like I was sleeping. So my friend was startled with ear plugs in and frightned and asked what are you doing? I replied in mumbling and she thought she heard me say something about my stomach. So she tells me to go to the bathroom if im going to puke. Then she starts to hear water like noises and freaks out, 'YOU BETTER NOT BE PUKING ON MY FLOOR!' then she made a closer look to me and it didnt look like I was puking but I had my pants and everything down and sitting on her bed stil, so shes like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE U DOING?!' and I replied in such mono tone voice 'peeing' so she freaks out and asks 'WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!' and I reply again, 'I dont know' And she starts getting paper towl and such to clean and just so mad, and by then i walk over to the bedroom door in the corner and stare. Like I'm posessed, the look on my face and my head slightly down and im looking at her. And then she started to get really creeped out and starting shouting at me to go to bed. So eventually I do and i return to my bedroom and my friend in my room asked 'Whats going on, whats wrong?' and I say 'something'. And go back to sleep - in my bed.
I have no memory of this! And feel pretty embaressed but good to know theirs other people who like to pee during sleepwalking and say weird things! Now lets hope I wont be doing this ever again...honestly im scared to go to bed tonight.

I have tons of funny episodes of me sleep walking but last night I woke up to a giant crash, very loud and I was on the floor in front of my desc in a whole lotta pain. I must have slept walked the fell asleep standing with my back to my glass computer desk. I then fell backwards, extremly hard and crashed into my desk and slid all the way down it scrapping 3 giant trenches all the way down from the back of my head to my lower back knocking every over. Im hurt bad. Anyway who has another funny one?

I am a 42 year old female. I had a few sleepwalking experiences during my adolescent years but nothing remarkable. The experience I had last weekend has scared me to death. I have had some new and very stressful situations arise in the past few months that have affected my sleep; generally causing me to sleep less hours a few days a week. I reside with my boyfriend, Daniel, and our roomate, Jamie. This is the first time in my 10 year old son's life that we have not lived together. My son, Max currently lives with my mother but close by. The week in question was a rough one for me as it began with my son's birthday, his party (which I was not to attend), Mother's Day (which also happened to be my mother's birthday and I had my period. For the three nights leading up to the incident I was having difficulty sleeping; getting an hour and a half at a time, a few times a night. Thursday night I went out to dinner with my mother, brother and son for his birthday - stress stress stress. Max's party was to be Saturday from 10 am - 12 pm. My mother was taking 4 other children and my son and had to leave her house by 9:30 am.

I remember nothing whatsoever of the whole sleepwalking/talking incident. I am only re-telling it as it was told to me. I trust the 2 people who saw me through it implicitly but also somewhere deep inside I know it is all true and it happened the way they said - it just feels right.

Apparently early Sat morning (1:30 am) I woke my boyfriend with a strong desire to have sex. I was frantic about it. I told him I wanted to have a threesome right then, that very night and got on my phone around 3 am calling local date lines to try to find someone to come to our house. This is absolutely the opposite of what I want in our relationship. We have discussed it several times and always agreed that participating in a threesome would most likely do more harm than good. Daniel said I would not put the phone down and swore this was what I wanted to happen. Thank God it did not. After having sex several times I retreated to the shower around 6 am; to his relief. He thought his trial was over ...

After returning to our bedroom I picked up a stack of motorcycle pictures he had printed and asked him rather roughly how the hell I was supposed to make the Spring Fling happen since Amanda had not even had the decency to give the pictures to Jeremy the day before like she was supposed to. Daniel pointed out that these were pictures of motorcycles he had printed. I slammed the bunch down in his lap and very hotly said Not these pictures Daniel but other ones kind of like them. I then dressed, left the room and went downstairs. 6:45 am

Our roommate Jamie's bedroom is on the ground floor. I entered his room without announcing myself, woke him up rudely and called him Ryan, another friend of ours. I demanded to know why Ryan had not gotten up on time to get the children dressed and ready to get on the bus. We would now be late. I blamed this on Jamie's girlfriend who I said was hiding under the covers although she was not at the house. To reiterate - 3 adults live in our house, no children. I told Jamie to get up and help me get the kids ready and pack their lunches because Ryan was going to be pulling up in the bus any minute. I then proceeded to call out approx 8 names of children who were to come out of Jamie's closet and get dressed. Daniel was downstairs with us by then and both Jamie and Daniel have said that I spoke to each child by name and knew where each one was standing or sitting at all times. I smiled at them and brushed their hair and tickled them all the while keeping their identities in order. The names were just random names not relatives or friends or friends kids' names. Guess I plucked them out of the back of my mind. Jamie, Daniel and I prepared 8 bag lunches while I made sure the kids waited in line at the front door. I then announced that we - the adults - would be having a meeting as soon as the bus departed taking the kids to the Spring Fling. I said I needed to get to the bottom of what occured to make Amanda and Jeremy turn on me at such a time. I have a cousin named Amanda but we are not close and have not had any sort of contact in at least 4 years. I once knew a Jeremy in high school.

At 8 am I announced that the bus was here and ushered the children out the front door, down to the end of the driveway. I waved at my neighbors Albert & Shirley, who I called Art & Gladys and also told them to get on down to the Spring Fling before all the good seats were taken. I stood there and handed each child into the bus that Ryan who was not physically there, was driving. I waved goodbye to the bus for a solid 5 minutes before storming back into the house crying because I felt Amanda and Jeremy had stabbed me in the back and were trying to ruin the Spring Fling I had worked so hard on. The guys had hidden the bag lunches and I never batted an eye about them but as soon as I called our meeting to order I became emotionally distraught that I had not set up and sent the required 3 first aid kits on the bus and to the Spring Fling. I found our only first aid kit in the kitchen and went on to dump Jamie's briefcase out on the floor looking for the others. The 3 of us live in the same house and are very good friends but NO ONE goes in jamie's briefcase but Jamie. Daniel told me that he had sent 2 of the first aid kits with Ryan in the bus but forgot to tell me. I bought it but was adamant about creating my own third first aid kit. I then informed Daniel that he had to go get dressed because we had to deliver it to the Spring Fling on time by 9:30. Jamie ran around and collected the random items I needed for the third kit - toothpicks, tampons, 12 sticks of sugarless chewing gum, a large bottle of Tums, a red bandana, a wad of toilet paper, a fork knife and spoon, an old Rick James cd, 3 quart sized baggies and 12 quarters. No band aids, no wipes, no first aid at all.

Daniel came downstairs at 9 am and I told him he had to ride with me to deliver the first aid kit to the Spring Fling because I needed to give him directions. He said he would drive me so I could re-check the first aid kit on the way and tell him how to get there. We jumped in the car and I directed him straight to my mother's house where we arrived unexpected at 9:25, just 5 minutes before she had to take my son and his friend's to his birthday party. I came in the backdoor and told her that Daniel was here and he wanted to apologize to her. She told me to leave because she didn't have time "to deal with my crap". She said later that "at that time" she had no reason to think something was wrong with me - I looked fine, talked fine, looked her in the eye and besides being there when I was not supposed to, I acted normal and calm. I went right back out the door and Daniel brought me home. I don't know how I got in and out of her house without my son seeing me.

Daniel got me into bed to watch a movie - don't ask me what - but halfway thru, around 2:30 pm I got up and said I was going fishing. So we went fishing and that is the very FIRST thing I remember. Casting my line and seeing the ripples in the water. Fishing has always been a great stress reliever for me. Daniel and I have been hitting the local ponds at least every other day since this happened.

Throughout the entire episode daniel was alternatively in tears and trying to talk me back to reality by asking questions that I would have had to answer rationally but I never went for it. Jamie was very shaken by the whole experience and when Daniel and I returned from fishing around 7:30 pm, the three of us just stood on the front porch in a group hug, crying and telling each other it was going to be alright, that we would do whatever had to be done - if anything - and it was then that I really really realized I had just gone through 13 hours walking talking and everything else but that I DO NOT remember a thing about it. Not a thing. And that scares me. The unusual sexual behavior combined with no memory of it is always creeping up on me. I know that Daniel and Jamie would never do anything to hurt me but what if this happens again and I am not at home or with one of them? The questions and doubt just keep piling up along with the anxiety.

The following day was Mother's Day & my Mother's birthday. I was supposed to go over there to cook out and spend time with my son. I was so exhausted that I backed out altogether. Later that night I sent my mother a series of text messages explaining what had happened and telling her that I was so scared. Her response was that Daniel should have called 911 immediately and had me transported to the nearest mental facility. She feels, like I do that the episode was caused by lack of sleep, added stress and extremely high anxiety.

This past Friday Daniel and I were supposed to pick up my son from school and stay on campus for a few hours during his school's annual Spring Fling. Wednesday night she called to confirm. Thursday night she called to say that she did not feel safe allowing Daniel and I to escort my 10 year old son to a school function attended by approx 150-200 people because I am obviously unstable. I was devestated and am still heart broken. This morning, Monday, my son called me and asked why I did not come to his school activity on Friday. Apparently, my mother went with him but did not mention my name or give a reason why I was not there. Max, being the little peacemaker that he is waited all the way until she left for work this morning to call and ask me why I did not come. Feeling heaps of sorrow, guilt and anger.

And so sleep continues to be elusive and the anxiety continues to pile up. I am so frightened this is going to happen again; like I am going to be caught in a vicious cycle. I do not have health insurance at this time and cannot afford to see my doctor. I asked both of my parents to help me out to pay for a check up and both refuse.

I am so anxious and scared and angry and hurt that I am frightened of waking up and hurting someone I love or damaging our home without even knowing I am doing it. I probably should have stayed away from some of the internet sites I visited trying to gather information. I try to sleep opposite times from Daniel as much as possible so he can watch me and make sure I am alright and he is alright. It feels so ridiculous and like I should be able to just shake this off and move on. For whatever reason, I cannot.

One of the scariest aspects of this is that under normal circumstances all of my friends and me included would have been making humorous remarks about the situation by now but we aren't. They are as worried as I am and that is disheartening. Don't get me wrong, there are about 5 people in this world who are truly my friends and I am truly blessed to have their support and concern. I have talked about it, cried an ocean over it and now written it all out. All of this has helped. Thanks to you for taking the time to read such a long winded account; I really wanted to be sure that I was thorough in my re-telling so that I do not forget anything because I certainly don't remember it.

Thanks be to God that I was at home with people who love me and saw me through the whole ordeal even as it it was confusing them and tearing them up inside. I love you with all my heart Daniel. Jamie - you are the best friend a gal could hope for.

I pray that this never happens to me again or to anyone else in this world. It is absolutely mind boggling.

omg i dont get what is going on with my boyfriend? last week he peed in the bedroom after coming home drunk! he came home and got into bed as norm... i then woke up to a trickling sound only to see him standing in the doorway pissing up the wall and over my cloths on the floor from that day. when i shouted at him what the f**k are you doing he looked at me and just carried on so i shouted at him to stop at which point he mutterd something then went to the toilet. when he woke he had no idea he had done it? it happend again last night after he came home he fell asleep on the sofa, i was watchin tv and about an hour later he just got up and walked into the kitchen, opend the oven shelf down, pulled the tray out and pissed in the oven and over the tray. Again i shouted what the f**k are you doing and he just lookd at me as if i had grown 2heads or something yet carried on... stop pissing in the oven! i shouted so he shouted back at me NO! so i pushed him and thats when he realised what he had done and apolagised. what the hell is it all about and how do i get him to stop doing it? he wont stop drinking and im scared hes gna pee on me lol

Haven't done it since high school, but last weekend I was at a friends apartment party. Had my drinks then ordered pizza and fell asleep. Woke up at 3 am to them telling me I pissed out in the hallway on the stairs earlier. Walked out there to see the biggest puddle of piss ever. They said they were just getting back from the bars and I walked out the door then came back in and pointed behind me with my thumb while saying "its all yours buddy" then fell back asleep on the couch.

He's always been a weird one, expecially when alchohol and drugs are concerned. he is really scared of spiders and it used to be that he would wake up and start beating the bed "spiders! SPIDERS!!"
Now every night he wakes me up with some form of talking its usually angry fuck you bla bla bla and can be really obsene and scary, he kicks his legs out says he's gonna cut people etc its mad. Anyway, the time before last he woke up went into the kitchen started smashing plates and cupboards around openening the fridge, made a drink, opened the dishwasher and pissed on it.
Like many others, when in my utter disgust i ask him what hes doing he rudely replies taking a fuckin piss what does it look like. He looks possessed and not himself it was so scary i didnt know that he wasnt awake i went mad and he went to the loo and carried on and stood there laughing like a nutter weeing all over the bathroom floor. Went and fell asleep on the sofa, so i got a bit of water in a cup and threw it in his face he "woke up" but not awake kicked the table over shouted what the fuck are you doing then he got me in a headlock which resulted in my having to kick him in the nuts to get him off me.
He doesnt rememeber anything and its getting worse, last night, again after a few stellas, he woke up calling me carol i was like what the fff "carol off the advert deserves more than four kisses, tell her tell her. Right thats it NUT HER! NUT HER!" headbutting the air and punching out like a loony.
After that he gets up, goes and pisses all over the bathroom floor, when i told him to hold it he put his hand on the wall and pissed everywhere even more again i said what are you doing he said taking a lovely piss. got back into bed ontop of all the covers i couldnt move him wake him nothing. went and slept in the spare room with all the lights on for him and doors open so i could hear him and he woke up llater and came in the room and had no idea again. Its scary and im scared one day he'll wake up violent and try and strangle me. Ive learnt not to argue with him and just try to let him get on with it but its not very safe. He also pissed behind the living room door and tried to piss on the side of the bed.
theres obviously times that im not there and it frightens me he might go out naked and neighbours hear him and see him like that, go in the street, climb out windows.... Im worried lol!
why do they all wee? whats with it? Most nights he will drink a whole bottle made up of robinsons squash but i dont hink its that i think its just alchohol..rrr i hate it! should he see a doctor or is it just something we have to live with? Stop drinking..yeah ive said that but theres no chance of that hapnin!

ok I am a 20 year old male and i seem to have a sleepwalking problem... last month me and my friends were in puerto rico on vacation and i peed on he wall every night! i can remember one of the nights i was like half sleepwalking, feeling my way around the room trying to find the bathroom and i couldn't! then again last night i spent the night at my friends house and peed on the wall i have no recollection of it but one of my friends woke up and started yelling at me and walked me to the bathroom.

1st time: 2 years ago: stayed over at a friend's house, woke up to see a damp patch on the carpet near the closet, i think i wee'd but cant remember; i haven't stayed there again!

2nd time: 1 year ago: slept at a different friend's house, weed on the floor, went back to sleep, in the middle of the night i realised, luckily they had a fan in the room so put that on; i haven't stayed there again!

3rd time: last night: at my house, went over to my desk and wee'd on the floor, luckily i had put a towel down (?!), at 5am awoke again thinking it had been a dream-- nope, wet towel proof; i won't be using that towel again!

is so strange that it always happens around this time of the year. is it something to do with xmas stress? or maybe, yes, i was overindulging...