Sleepwalking

I was sleepwalking down the street, when I stumbled over a stool standing there. "Watch your feet", the stool yelled, offended. "I am sorry, but I am sleepwalking, so I can't watch my feet. In fact, I can't watch anything, I am dreaming", I replied. The stool then made me fall flat on my face, and yelled hard. At that point the dog appeared, utterly annoyed by the rude awakening. And he bit the stool hard in one of its legs. All the noise apparently woke my neigbour, who angrily threw down a bucket of water. The water hit me, the bucket hit the street with an enormous ruckus. I woke up startled, ran after the dog, but tripped over my pajama pants water-soaked and heavy. I hit my head against the stool, and, dizzy, stayed down there, heavily bleeding. The neighbour called 911, a little later a deafening noise filled the street, the ambulance hauled me inside and drove off again. The stool misses one leg, The bucket has a number of dents extra, the dog sits shivering in an alley. The neighbour went back to sleep. My front door is still unlocked, because in a state of sleepwalking one doesn't remember to lock the lot and subsequently bringing one's keys.