When I was a little kid I had this recurring dream. I would go to bed at Pap and Granny's house. After sleeping for a few hours, I'd wake up in the middle of the night, sit up in bed, and look at the wall. A foggy portal would open, and I would see my Mom and Dad asleep in their bedroom on the other side. I'd crawl through the portal and settle in between them. The next morning I'd wake up there — or sometimes in my own bed, in which case I'd assume Dad must have carried me there.
Back then, I halfway had myself convinced that I had the ability to manipulate some mystical power that would open a doorway and carry me instantly from Pap and Granny's in Halfway, back home to Mom and Dad's in Clear Spring, twelve miles away. As a kid, it's a lot easier to convince yourself the impossible is possible. It's not difficult to see the world as a mysterious and magical place.
Now, I realize I had no such power. I'd really go to sleep at home and then dream myself over to Pap and Granny's, then "magically" step through the portal back home from there. All that was really happening was that I was getting out of bed and going into Mom and Dad's room. Does that mean I was sleepwalking? The times I woke up after that dream in my own bed, I probably wasn't. But what about the other times? How'd I get from my own bed into Mom and Dad's room without remembering the walk down the hall? For all I know, I could have been slipping unnoticed out of the house to go murder people. Not likely — I was only like four years old — but you never know.