My first memory of sleepwalking was quite the puzzling experience. I successfully made it down the stairs of my parents 2-story house located in the depths of Pinole Valley, through the living room and down the short hallway leading towards my grandmother's bedroom door. I knocked twice and face planted on the ground, fast asleep. At the age of...oh, I don't recall...I experienced one of the strangest nocturnal phenomena's next to sleep talking. Nowadays, the extent of my unexplainable sleep-adventures has been wiggling my toes and giggling in my sleep. 
Although my somnambulism expired early on in life, I feel, at times, that I'm consciously sleep-walking in my waking state. (Is this real life??)
Chronicles of a Sleep Talker is my blog dedicated to the fascinating and mysterious world of Somniloquy. Join me in Chronicles of a Sleep Walker through my life adventures and memories through video diaries.
Surreality is this way...
