Allison Marston
My best friend had an entire second life in her sleep. She'd get up and yell out the windows. She'd wake up in the middle of phone calls wondering why she was not in bed and would have no idea who she was talking to. While I was still in high school, I stayed in the extra bedroom at her house when my parents went away for a week. One night while I was asleep, she woke me up by slamming open the door to the bedroom. She then furiously stomped over to the bed and loudly berated me for the next 5 minutes. In utter gibberish. When she had her say she stood there staring at me, so I meekly said "Sorry?" Must have been what she wanted to hear, cause she stomped back out of the room, slamming the door on the way out and went back to bed