Living with Sleepwalking

Sleepwalking in my famlily is hereditary. But i am known to sleepwalk every single night. Although my eyes seem to be open, I have full on conversations with people, I have done just aout anything and everything that anyone has also experienced.Im still looking for the answer to my dreams. Night terrors excpecially.I never remember my dreams. i used to wake up and remember them and than write them down but i have seemed to have lost that connection. and cant remember anymore? Occationally i will remember them but its rare. When i was a child i would always have dreams about mountain lions, and cougers chaisin me in terror, eating me, my family. I have strattled and strangled my little brother, lit my house on fire. run jumped skipped and hopped in my sleep. I came across somebody one day that told me to listen to my dreams, right them all down, or the people i sleep around to wright it down, and just plane listen to what i have to say, sometimes just mumbles, but other real true stuff. maybe im trying to tell people stuff? or have a gift? still my sleepwalking disorder is a mystery. Last but not least: The most horrific dream i have ever had, and its a consistant dream i have had through all these years, like six times alltogether once every three years. anyways : Im driving down this windy road in a topless vehicle almost resembles a stretched out jeep, It is me driving and my little brother in the passenger seet, listening to music having a good o’l time, when all of a sudden we go off this cliff, maybe even a bridge, And as this is all happening i am watching it from a distance above. I cant see muself but I am seeing it hapen. and as we hit the water in sucg horror and terrifyingness were slowly going under and i look into my eyes in such hate in myself, and as i take my last breath, i start choking on the water, and every time at the same exact moment, i wake up…… and actually wake up thinking im still choking on the water and coughing, like its so real, i cry and cry, and every time after words, call my little brother and tell him that i love. It scares me, maybe it is my destiny, and thats how ill die. . .. . . . and to make things really creepy, when i finally opened up to my mom and told her about it, cuase i always thought she would think i was nuts, Ends up when i told ger, she stsrted crying and told me she had the same dream. Can that actually be possible? How would anyone ever believe me? but its true. i would sware on anything. If in fact you did read this, thank you for your time,
Amber J.