When our daughters were dancing they would occasionally fall asleep in a conversation and it would take us a few minutes to realize they were talking nonsense (because we weren’t dancers) and wake them back up so they could go to bed.
Sometimes we would get really good answers to our questions while they were sleeping.
Yesterday at my prayer group, one of the ladies told a hilarious story about her teenaged son’s reaction to the anesthesia when he had his wisdom teeth out. Her husband filmed it. Later, the young man said, “I’d be like this all the time, Mom, if I didn’t have so much self-control!” Now she’s concerned that she’s created a monster (as I sometimes am regarding Tom the Son).
I used to sleepwalk at work when Anoreth was a baby.