We pulled over on the side of the road sleeping in the back of the cruiser, just before the Nullarbor when my wife sat up at 4am and told me "there's a man outside" then went back to sleep. I jumped up, turned on the lights, had a look around with the spottie, couldn't see anything. I grabbed the axe and didn't sleep again. Next morning she couldn't remember any of what had happened or remember telling me about a man.
She did it to me again on Fraser telling me there was a dingo in the tent. Turns out she sleep talks