Anonymous wrote:When I was a kid, I was a terrible sleepwalker. One night, I woke up to find my perplexed dad, clad only in underwear, standing in the bathroom that opened to my room. The light was on and he was doing something with the bathtub.
Turns out that I had plugged the tub, started running a bath, and gone back to bed, all while fast asleep. My parents woke up to wet plaster falling from the ceiling of their bedroom, which was located right under the bathroom. My parents were amazingly nice about it—I basically ruined their ceiling.
I did something similar but no damage thankfully. My bedroom was in the main level but I used to shower in my sister’s bathroom upstairs because the main level one didn’t work. I came out of my room one night wrapped in a blanket, greeted my mom, and then walked upstairs to my sister’s room. She thought the tv noise was bothering me so I’d decided to sleep with my sister but eventually noticed the sound of the shower. She came upstairs and found the shower on and me asleep on the bathroom floor. I had no memory of any of it the next day.