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When I was a little kid I sleep-walked to the mailbox outside, which was about 30m away from our front door. The path to the front fence was covered in this really sharp gravel, which would cause significant pain when walked on barefoot.
My mum caught me as I came back inside, and I looked straight at her and said 'mum, I bought you the mail,' while I was still fast asleep with my eyes open. She picked me up on the spot and put me back to bed and I didn't wake up at all, nor remember any of it in the morning.
These days I snore and that's it.
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