The Dark Wanderings of a Fellow . . . Literally

I didn't sleep very well last night. All night long I had strange dreams (which I can't recall), and I awoke every hour or so. This morning I noticed something surprising: my PC tower was pushed against my monitor (it normally sits about six inches away), and the lampshade on the lamp next to the desk was crushed inward, as if someone had punched it. It looked as if a struggle had taken place, but I didn't remember anyone breaking through my window in the night and wrestling with me. I may have been really tired last night, but something like that wouldn't have escaped my notice. The only explanation that I can think of is that I must have been sleepwalking. Sleepwalking runs in my family: when my Dad was a teenager, he stayed in a dorm at a university while attending a tennis competition, and that night he awoke in an elevator clad only in his Fruit of the Loom underwear. When I was a kid, I walked into the street one night and stood there for a little while, but luckily I awoke soon after and went back into my house. Another time, I walked into my parents' bedroom and put the trashcan on my head. Somnambulism frightens me, and not only because it's a pretentious, goofy-sounding word. I'm really afraid that one night I'll do something especially . . . unsavory . . . and have no control over myself. Maybe I could get my brother to lock me in a cage at night. Hmmm . . . another idea just occurred to me: perhaps I'm a lycanthrope! That would be awesome! Sleepover, anyone?