Normally, I am not the sleeptalker in the household, but one night in 1997 was a distinct exception.
I remember it well, I was dreaming, and in my dream, Chris kept calling my name.
I always answered "What do you want ?", but there was no reply.
This caused much frustration, so eventually, at the height of my voice, I yelled,
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ?"
At the time I was probably 50 centimetres from Christine, and with a shout that could have been heard 50 metres away, it quite startled her.
She was even crying, although it's funny in hindsight, I did feel quite bad about scaring her in that fashion.
