My mom told me that I was walking in my sleep a few nights ago. I didn't do anything weird, I just walked over to a door, banged into it, and went to go the other way before my mom got me to my room.
This has only definitely happened twice in my life: Once a camp and once when I'd skipped my medicine, got downstairs and started trying to open random bottles (my dad told me about this).
I don't actually know if I've done it before and just not left my room (I've woken up to find things taken out of my closet and books lying open on the floor).
It's a little unnerving as I don't ever remember doing anything.
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Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.
Dalai Lama