> There were other incidences like he would go through his wardrobe at like 2am in the morning. Huh, odd. When I was single-digit years old I used to get sleep

> There were other incidences like he would go through his wardrobe at like 2am in the morning. Huh, odd. When I was single-digit years old I used to get sleepwalking night terrors. I don't remember the details about most of them, but this sounds exactly like something I could do then. My brain would fixate on a deep feeling that something has gone terribly wrong, and only I could fix it by performing something nonsensical, like figuring out how many of my bed would be needed to cover the surface of the earth, and I would start to move it around my room and see if I could tile it neatly with itself in some arrangement (because here is as good a place as any to start counting.) Aside from these weird ideas I was mostly lucid, though. My mother worried I'd fall down the stairs but I never had reason to suspect I'd have trouble navigating the stairs. My literal perspective was sometimes distorted (things seemed to get smaller faster than a regular perspective transform) but I was careful to account for that.