Girl Terror toppled out of bed last night. She bellowed, I ran, and found her sitting on a bear on the floor. I told her it was a good thing bear was there to catch her. She wailed "But he dropped me!" I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner. She sleeps with a wide assortment of bears and pillows, and they seem to take up more space than her. She wiggles and squirms enough to work up a sweat in her sleep. As well, she comes from a long line of restless sleepers.
Her Grandpa apparently talked in his sleep lots. Hubby and his sister would go in and ask for money, and he'd wave them to his wallet. He was very generous while unconscious. Hubby doesn't talk much, but he sings in his sleep. He'll be lying there, all peaceful, and suddenly start humming. Loudly. I have yet to recognize the song. He also giggles. Like a girl. Again, peaceful sleep, and suddenly he's giggling up a storm. I find it very disturbing to be woken up by a giggly man in my bed. He's usually so serious, I think maybe he has to let the laughter out while he's sleeping so it doesn't build up too much. Who knows. He never remembers his dreams, so he never knows what was so funny, or what caused him to break into song at 3 am.
I'm not sure, but I think I'm fairly calm in my sleep nowadays. I used to talk just about every night, and I still walk around when I'm stressed. In college I lived and worked in a high school dormitory. One time, I walked out of my dorm room and down the hall to the laundry room before I woke up. This wouldn't have been so bad, except my door automatically locked behind me. And there were security cameras on the hall, monitored by the high school twerp working the night shift on the front desk. And I slept naked.