My first boyfriend drove in his sleep. Apparently the police pulled him over because he didn't have any headlights on. When they attempted to question him, they realised that although his eyes were open, he was actually asleep. Don't know if it was the first and only time he did it.
Only time I'm aware of that I sleep-walked still gives me the creeps, just thinking about it. I was desperate to do a wee and loathe to make my way to my flat's particularly horrible toilet. It was late at night. I told myself I'd be able to 'hold it' until morning. Went to bed, believing that once I was asleep, I'd forget about it. But I woke up a couple of times, because I was absolutely busting. Looked out the window and saw it was still dark. So no way was I going down to the toilet. My upstairs flat shared a staircase with a dingy billiard room and weird and dangerous patrons had been known to hide under the billiard tables or on the back stairs until the place had closed, with the intention of robbing or just because they had nowhere else to sleep. I needed to 'go' so badly that it was actually hurting, but I must have managed to go back to sleep while desperately waiting for dawn.
Next thing, I awoke to find sunlight flooding my room. I stretched and mentally began planning the day. I felt great. Everything seemed normal. Then I remembered my desperation of the night before. And realised it had all gone away. I didn't feel the slightest need to wee. I wondered how that worked? Did the body reabsorb it or something? So I got up and showered and dressed etc. Then decided I'd better go to the loo, just to be safe, in case I'd injured myself by holding it in for so long.
Usually I waited until I got to work, because I really hated the toilet where I lived. But I went down the hall of the flat (which I later learned was haunted, for real). Then down another long hall filled with junk which connected to the billiard room. Then down a double outdoor flight of stairs and into the filthy, overgrown, twisty, enclosed rear yard that served about half a dozen small businesses in what was a very seedy area. Around a far corner was a clump of trees that virtually surrounded the old, falling-apart toilet block that was used for things I'd rather not even think about by bums and drunks who hung around there, especially at night. The 'women's toilets' were right at the back; they must have been built at the same time as the buildings -- around 1900. You had to push back tree branches to even get into the toilet and it was almost black as pitch, even in broad daylight. Terrified me. I would never, ever, have gone there in the dark if I'd been conscious.
But before I got to the toilet block, I noticed fresly-squashed snails on the old path. And it was then that I remembered. When I'd woken up an hour earlier, I'd remembered what I'd believed was a dream -- of walking down the stairs and along the path to the toilets, in the black of night. And in the dream, I'd felt snails crushing under my bare feet, as I walked. Except it hadn't been a dream.
If I hadn't decided to go to the toilets before leaving for work, I wouldn't have seen those squashed snails. And I would never have known or remembered that my desperate body had dragged me down to the awful toilet-block in the dark and wearing only a brief nightgown .. while my brain was fast asleep.
It chills me to think about it, all these years later. Just thinking about being unconscious while my body made its way there, is bad enough. The toilets were like something out of a horror movie and so were the derelicts who lurked in the yard. But the worst part is imagining how helpless I would have been if one of them had attacked me while I was in that state. Imagine 'waking up' suddenly while being attacked in the dark in a place like that. It would have been a brain-snap moment. Thank god something had watched over me. I was lucky. Hope I never do anything like that again !
(I posted this once before, and people said I should have just peed out of the window or something, if I'd been that desperate. But it didn't occur to me. Guess I'm urine-retentive.)