For the last few years, I have had rare (my parents see it once every 3 or 4 months) and extremely insignificant sleepwalking episodes. I walk around the second floor a few times and eventually make it back to bed. If one of my parents see me walking the second floor late at night, they issue the quick and easy sleepwalking test: “Hey Kev, are you sleepwalking?” If I say “no,” they know I’m not sleepwalking, but if I respond with unidentifiable mumbles, they escort me back to bed. Up until recently, from what my parents have seen, the most advanced task I have done is traverse the hallways, possibly holding a pillow and get a drink. A few weeks ago, I started having more peculiar sleepwalking bouts. On the second week of school, while sleepwalking, I turned on the lights to my room, took off and folded my pajamas, put on an outfit (surprisingly, one which matched and worked well aesthetically), charged my phone and go back in bed. This weekend, my parents saw me sleepwalking on ...