Sleepwalking and Fire

I’m glad I can spot these slippers in the dead of night.  They’ve been getting a lot of use lately.

It used to be that I was the only one to sleepwalk and sleeptalk.  I once woke my mom to ask if I could watch a movie.  I once said, “Shame on you. Shame on you.” I had no idea what my parents were talking about the next day.  When first married, I still carried on talking.  Once my husband placed a sound-activated tape recorder by my bedside.  The result was very entertaining.  I kept telling a bus driver that we wouldn’t be riding with him.

But once I had my own children, I seemed to stop… unless you count the automatic response to a call of a baby/child.  I don’t seem to fully wake up before I’m already in their rooms.

My children, however, seem to be just entering this stage.  Sam came down the stairs when I was shutting down the house.  “I wish, I wish, I wish…” he repeated.

“Sam, what do you wish?”

He blinked suddenly and stared at me, confused. “I don’t wish anything!  What are you talking about?”

“Go to bed, Sam.”

He nodded.  “Okay.”

I found such episodes cute and amusing, until this week when he woke me up in the middle of the night.


I’m sure that ranks as one of the most terrifying things you could hear in the middle of the night.  I jumped out of bed, heart racing, and sniffed, expecting to smell smoke.

“Fire!”  I ran towards Sam’s room and his call and flipped on the light switch.  “Fire,” he called again, this time more softly.

“Sam!”  I shouted, looking around the room and coming out of my sleep fog enough to realize there wasn’t a fire.

His eyes fluttered open.  “You see the smoke?”

“There’s no smoke, Sam.”

He smiled a sleepy smile.  “Oh good.  Sugar (our dog) saw Dad cooking and you put her in the bathroom and smoke started coming out of the bathroom.  I think Sugar started the fire.”

I shut of the light, not amused, until I went back to bed and imagined what that dream must have been like.

The next day I woke up to calls of, “Seriously?  Seriously!”  It sounded like just the sort of exasperation I’d hear from my youngest.  Sure enough, she was deep in debate with someone, with her eyes closed.

I just have to say that I’m so thankful for coffee.  And we might put a stop to reading exciting books at bedtime.  Anyone want to share their sleepwalking/talking stories?  Or ways to curb it?

2 comments to Sleepwalking and Fire

  • Speaking as an outsider, that is hilarious!! But I’m sure it wasn’t funny at the time. I had no idea that talking in your sleep could be so hereditary. I do remember my brother talking in his sleep and I would try to provoke more conversation because I found it so entertaining…which always led to him getting mad at me. Looking forward to hearing more stories! :)

  • Steph

    My sister used to scream and scream because Michael Jackson was going to get her. She had a door size poster of him in his “Bad” outfit and would dream that he was hovering over her bed at night.

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