OK, so there's a woman I work with who's husband has some sort of odd psychological disorder that I don't understand. Ever since he was a kid, he has had a serious problem with sleepwalking on nights where there's a full moon. It doesn't make any sense, but she says she has to deal with it every month. Anyway, she tells me stories about his bizzare antics and I feel I must retell them. I'm changing the names here, so we'll just call him Cornelius. And we'll call her Jerry.

It's not just sleepwalking as you might imagine... he is, to all appearances, wide awake. Eyes open, talking, manipulating tools, etc. However, he's living out some dream and it sorta creeps Jerry out sometimes. Anyway, last night wasn't a full moon but Cornelius was having trouble sleeping so he took some Nyquil and apparently this has the same effects as a full moon. So here's our first installment of the Tales of Cornelius:

So Jerry wakes up and she's really cold. She looks over and Cornelius has his legs straight up in the air and the blankets are all hanging down from his feet. And... he's poking her constantly saying, "Are you OK??"

After some discussion, it turns out that the building is collapsing and Cornelius is trying to save Jerry by holding up the ceiling. He is totally serious about it. Meanwhile, the cats are running around the bed in circles meowing because it drives them nuts.