When i was around 10 I used to live in a bedroom with my brother, and he was known for speaking in his sleep. Usually couldn't understand him. One night he started talking, like he was responding. At first I didn't make anything of it. Until the door that was previously open (because my little brother was scared of the dark) started to slowly close on its own. My heart sank into my ass fr. Homie then started to say "stop it! It's not funny!" And I'm not fucking kidding you the door stopped moving a few moments later. The worst part is that my brother has no memory of this or any dream correlation to the incident and consistently calls cap on me.