I used to sleepwalk. A number of years ago I broke my left middle finger while sleepwalking. I am deathly afraid of bees, and I was dreaming that bees were coming in the window air conditioner over the bed. In the dream it was the middle of the day, but actually it was the middle of the night. Anyhow, as the bees came at the back of my head, I dove off the bed, landing on my finger and breaking it. I had to wear a splint for six weeks.
I think sleepwalking runs in families because my one uncle used to get really violent in his sleep. The other uncle, his brother, once took the elevator in his apartment to the front desk and woke up stark naked once he got there!

I haven't walked in my sleep for a long time, but I've had periods of "remission" from it in the past only to have it return.