marrying luke sleepwalker

At exactly 2 a.m. last night, Aaron sat up in bed and said "Emily, oh my god." It woke me up because 1. he never calls me Emily, so when he does, I listen, and 2. because he sat up so violently that the bed shook. I opened my eyes and was instantly frightened, but by the time I sat up he was CROUCHING AT OUR NOW CRACKED-OPEN DOOR LOOKING THROUGH IT. In my 2 a.m. brain I was confused, but I figured he must have seen something in the living room or in the other bedroom, so I got a little more nervous. Then he kept saying "Oh my God, what is going on, Emily be quiet" (despite the fact that I wasn't saying anything). He grabbed his leatherman, which he keeps on his belt during production periods, and crept into our living room. He shut the door, which freaked me out, because I wanted to see what the heck he saw, and if there was some crazy in our house I DEFINITELY wanted to see them, in case I had to, you know, testify against them. Or something. I sat, dazed, waiting to hear sounds of struggle or something. About 3 minutes later, Aaron walked back in to the bedroom, laid down in bed, and closed his eyes. I said "What are you doing? What was that? Are you OK?" and he mumbled some incoherent words and drifted off, once again.

HELLO SLEEPWALKER CRAZY WITH A KNIFE.

I think we're going to have to take him to the sleep disorders clinic.