Now we come to a new rubric: what kind of sleeping disorders do YOU have?
Selecting a victim, sorry a volunteer (to tell us their story) completely at random, without any hindsight of whom it could be; I pick... myself. That's right, Ladies and Gentlemen and annoying twits, myself. The selection was hard, but ''where is only one candidate, there is only one choice'' (quote from Monkey Island 1). Next week it may be YOU, that's right you, Raspberry. Rhubarb won't be here and nobody else comments.
First we'll start with a list of the vic... volunteer's sleeping disorders (the common name):

1. Night terror (Pavor nocturnus)
2. Sleep-walking (Somnambulism)
3. Sleep-talking (Somniloquy)
4. Sleep paralysis

That's it.
I used to have Night terrors when I was 3 or 4, but I grew out of them and am unaware of ever having had them again. Night terrors consist in screaming and thrashing violently, trying to ward something evil off or so it seems. Your eyes are open, but you’re otherwise unaware of your surroundings. Usually you can't remember them the next day. However you are not dreaming. It's scary to watch, but there's nothing you can do about it. You have to wait until it finishes naturally.
Sleep talking: Apparently I say a whole load of cod's wallop when I'm asleep. Once on a school camp I shared a room with Isabelle and Josephine. They were nice, but they used to do their own thing, so I just had to tag along trying to keep up. One night I dreamed I was chasing them telling them to wait for me. I woke up as I was half-shouting: "Wait for me!'' in French. Luckily they did not stir.
Sleep paralysis: technically you're still asleep, but you are aware of your surroundings, but are still paralyzed like in the REM (Rapid eye movement = dream) phase. A hormone paralyses you so that you don't act out your dreams. It's scary, because you can't move and it feels as though you were being squashed. That's what people used to think. A hag or ghost was sitting on them or so they thought. I was sleeping on the couch and dreamt that burglars had broken in and had tied me to the couch. I could see through a hole into the upholstery and voices came drifting over from somewhere. I realized that I really was on the couch and that I could see into the kitchen. It wasn't a dream anymore; it was real. The voices belonged to my parents who were talking in the kitchen. I could see the room clearly now, however I was unable to speak or move. It's liked you're glued to the bed.
Sleepwalking: don't do it often. Mostly when we just arrive somewhere. You're asleep and dreaming, but do everyday things, such as eat, get dresses, call people. I think I must have called somebody, because one night my father found me near the telephone and when you hung up there used to be a little ringing noise. He heard it and asked me what I was doing and I said "Nothing". In Thurlestone, I sleepwalked out of the room. It must have been the first year we went. "The parents" were still downstairs in the bar. We had gone to bed in two adjacent rooms and I woke up on the outside of the door. Since there's no handle, only a doorknob I couldn't get back in. Yes a knob. A doorknob. Let's not linger on that word any longer. Couldn't do anything 'cos I didn't want to go down in ma pajamas. Luckily your mother came up soon after to check on you, otherwise I'd have been stuck there. Another time when we went to Omi's for Christmas, she came in at knight to see whether I was sleeping and she said the cover had gone. She looked all over the room, but it had vanished. She got another one out. Next morning she said it was lying on the kitchen table, nicely spread out. I must have sleepwalked into the kitchen with the bed cover and put it there. Another time we went on a school camp in third or fourth grade. There were four beds (people) per room. You walk in through the door (obviously) and what you see is this:

I had the one on the right of the door. I woke up and was looking out of the window. I was trying to get out of it 'cos I though it was the door. A ray of light flooded out from underneath the door and the window. I looked out and saw cars and trees. I still thought it was the door and didn't even think it was weird. I went back to what I thought was my bed, but there was someone in it. Obviously, since I was at the wrong end. I went to the door and opened it. It was quite some job to get back into the sleeping bag.
I also have "controllable dreams", known as lucid dreaming. It's cool, 'cos you know you are asleep and you can make things happen. "It's like magic!"
Apart from these "normal" things I'm sure I've got a lengthened REM phase. 'Cos I've had some vivid dreams over the years, they seem to go on for hours, which is completely normal, but you never know. Do you ever wake up feeling refreshed? I'm always tired no matter whether I've had 5 hours or 11 hours of sleep. People say tiredness is a sign of depression. That means I've been depressed my whole life then? Theoretically possible, but a bit far-fetched, no?
Now it's your turn what sleep disorders do you have? Snoring counts.
The End!!!