Growing up in my childhood home near Seattle was me, my younger brother, and two parents. In the house next door were two kids our age, who we played with all the time. Sometimes in their home or back yard, and sometimes in ours. We were pretty good friends.
One night about 11:30pm, I got up out of bed, walked down the hall past my brothers’ bedroom, past my parents’ bedroom, through the living room and out the front door. Then I walked down a few steps, across the lawn, up a short rockery, and down the narrow sidewalk to the neighbors back gate. I pulled the string to open the wooden gate, up 5 stairs to their back door, and into their house. Contining on, through their kitchen, dining room and down the hall until stopping at the foot of their bed. They woke up, incredibly startled to find the neighbor kid in their house.
They guided me back through their house, I woke up in their kitchen. My parents woke up when the neighbors pounded on our front door, delivering me safely home.
That is a true story of
extreme sleep walking. Thank goodness I didn’t choose to walk to the friend who lived across the street!