A sleepwalker comes walking out of the movie theater, but it isn’t until he continues straight ahead and across the street that anybody realizes he’s asleep. At the hairdresser a sleepwalker is sitting in the chair, and the hairdresser goes on chattering anyway. In the supermarket three sleepwalkers stand in line by the checkout counter, and at the pharmacy a sleepwalker is asking for sleeping pills. A sleepwalker is walking back and forth in a parking garage, and a sleepwalker is trying with a limp hand to push down the handle on a locked door, where he doesn’t live. Slowly, ever so slowly, a sleepwalker is winding down to a halt, stops, remains where he is, sways slightly back and forth, and then he leans against a wall, still sleeping.