Travelodge night desk staff in London have recently been issued instructions on how to deal with naked sleepwalkers: keep a towel handy (Douglas Adams was clearly right about towels).
Apparently there has been a rise of 700% in the number of sleepwalking incidents at Travelodge over the past year (although there’s no mention of what the actual numbers are). According to the report the majority are men, often trying to check out or believing they are running late for meetings. Stay off that late-night cheese I say!
A few months ago there was what I can only assume to be a sleepwalking woman knocking at the door of our apartment at about 3:00am. She had her pyjamas on, which I was very glad of given she wasn’t entirely attractive, but it was all quite spooky. I didn’t want to open the door in case she was a mad axe murderer, but I could see her through the spy-hole. She sort of stood there swaying about a bit, looking – not surprisingly – dozy and half-asleep whilst periodically tapping at the door. After about five minutes she turned around and disappeared back into the lift.
I didn’t sleep well after that, it was all a bit too much like something out of Supernatural!
If only I’d had someone from Travelodge there with me – they would have been ready, towel in hand, to escort her back to bed.
Anyone got any sleepwalking stories?
Travels With My Overnight Bag 
My wife and I are sitting here watching TV and my son wanders out of his room, turns towards the Kitchen. She asks him if he is going to the bathroom but he turns away from there. Then turns around and goes towards the bathroom but stops short. Backs up an comes over to climb into his Mothers lap.
Bemused she hugs him and asks if he needs to use the potty, he grins and wiggles down off her lap. Again heading to the bathroom
I say, “He’s asleep”
“No way.”
“I really think he’s sleepwalking.”
She goes in to him and asks how he’s doing, he grins. Stands up off the toilet (apparently not used), tickles the towel on the way out and jumps into his Mothers arms. She takes him to bed, lays him down. Tucks him in.
“Night,night. Sleep well” He giggles, grins and snores…..
Wife says, “That is so wierd…. I hate it when your right”.