The (Sleep)walking Dead.

I learned early on in my marriage that I had in fact married someone who talks in their sleep. It's always surprising when I wake up to his voice in the middle of the night and at first it was a little creepy, then it was just hilarious. One night, around 2 in the morning, I woke up to him inspecting the wall above our bed and saying, "It's okay. It was just a low football." then he laid his head back down and it didn't phase him. I laughed so hard I was shocked when he didn't wake up. When we were sick with the flu, Tim's sleep adventures reached a whole new level. One morning around 5 a.m., I woke up and heard him in the kitchen which was strange because we're really not 5 a.m. people. Then he quickly walked back to our room, got in bed, covered up then got back up and walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, looked in the mirror and fixed his hair (hilarious), turned the light off and walked back into the kitchen. From the kitchen, he again walked back into the bedroom, got into bed, covered up, then got right back up and walked into the bathroom. He continued this routine for about five minutes. It was really terrifying for me because I had always heard that you aren't supposed to wake up a sleepwalker so I really had no idea what to do. Anytime I said his name, he just said the words "nothin', nothin'". Not to mention the fact that his eyes were open and he appeared to be awake but he wasn't. About 7 minutes in, he got back into bed, took my hand, lovingly held it against his face and then. HE BIT ME. He bit my hand. I jerked away and jumped out of bed. I considered locking myself in the bathroom and letting this pass but I was really worried that he might go outside. Eventually I walked to him and tried to wake him up. He started to come out of it but it took a few minutes.

A lack of sleep, fever and a nightmare about being paralyzed by the virus created the perfect storm for a sleepwalking episode.

There's never a dull moment at the Gillean's.