Lol! It was pretty similar, tbh. My mom used to scream at me, because of the messes I’d leave in her kitchen, while sleepwalking. Waking up with vague memories of drinking raw eggs, and eating all the berries I found

I had a roommate who watched me make a full pbj sandwich while sleepwalking, place the sandwich on the shelf in the fridge, and walk back upstairs. He didn’t know I was a sleepwalker, and was more confused than offended by me not responding, but realized I wasn’t coming back down after an hour, so he ate the sandwich to prevent it going to waste. Apparently I make a damn good pbj for a sleepwalker