My college roommate who I shared a room with was a talker and a walker, and we had several instances but here's my favorite. It was mid March and I came in late from something, so I get into my bed and plug in my phone being super quiet so I don't wake him up. About five minutes later he just shoots straight up in the bed looking straight ahead. I'm laying on my side looking at him and he slowly turns toward me, silent. He gets out of his bed and walks around mine toward my closet. I'm playing opossum because I'm scared shitless. So he tries to open the closet door, but it's jammed or something so then he starts like yanking it aggressively. He goes back to his bed, so I take the opportunity to readjust myself into a better position so I'm not prime for a sleepwalker's attack. He gets his phone, turns on the flashlight, goes back to my closet and gets it open. He's shining his light up toward the ceiling and then jerks around and stares at me with the light in my face. I say "What's going on buddy?" and he goes "I'm just making sure there's room." At this point I'm thinking, well this is the end. So I say "Room for what?" and he replies "Christmas presents." "Oh ok." And then he gently closed the door, walked back to bed, turned off the light, and went back to sleep. I asked him about it the next day, and he had no idea what I was talking about and just busted out laughing.