Sleep walker on the beach.
Its happened again on holiday at Clacton-on-Sea, with my family. Somehow I managed to sleepwalk from my bunkbed that I was sharing with my brother and find myself in a strangers bedroom, in the hotel.
I was walking along the beach with my kid brother looking for shells, when I saw a razor bill, I bent down to pick it up, and that's the last thing I remember.
I feel a hand on my shoulder shaking me, and a voice saying " wake-up wake-up". I'm looking into a face like my grans although its not her. She's wearing a bright pink dressing gown, has rollers in her hair, and a hair net. "who are you young lad ?" She smiles a toothless smile.
I rub my tired eyes and try to focus on her wrinkled face, "I'm Peter, I have been dreaming". I think to myself oh no, its happened again I have been sleepwalking, I see an old man asleep in the double bed, I must have tried to get into bed with them, joke!
I tell her my dream, she smiles gently and says" lets go and find your family".
Oh no my lot are going to rib me something awful over this.
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