Once when I was about ten years old I fell asleep on the couch in our living room. Apparently I used to sleep walk, and at some point in the middle of the night, I walked into my parents room and asked for medicine. I was told the conversation went like this:
Me - MOM!
Mom *startled* - What?! What is it?!
Me - Can I have some medicine?
Mom - What kind? What's wrong?
Me - I just want medicine.
Mom - Why do you need medicine?
Me - Mom I just want medicine.
Mom - You can't have any, go to sleep.
Me - But all the kids are making fun of me because I'm sleeping on the couch.
Mom - What?! Just go back to sleep.
Me - You're mean.
This one has nothing to do with sleep talking, but it's still weird as hell. There was this one time a few years ago when I woke up and for some reason my entire left leg was coverd in blood...
...I seriously have no idea what the

happened...
[quote name='rapsodist']My brother said he stayed up all through one particular night because I had in my sleep terrifyingly proclaimed:
"SATAN IS REAL!"[/quote]
LOL! I can just picture a terrified brother hiding under the covers for the rest of the night.