I went to bed Friday night around 10:45, knowing that I had to get up by7:00 the next morning to go to work. At 11:30, I woke up, looked at the clock, KNEW that it was 11:30, but somehow in my slightly delerious,sleepy brain I thought that 11:30 was very close to 7:00 am and I should go ahead and get up before the alarm rang.
So I got up, washed my face, put in my contacts, and went back to the bedroom, where I finally woke up enough to figure out that I had barely been asleep and I had seven and a half more hours before I had to be up. I was so tired that I didn't go take my contacts back out, and just went back to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up (at 7:00!) I felt that something was...different. It took me a few minutes to realize that I could the world was not a foggy blur and I could actually SEE, which meant that what I thought had happened had really happened. Otherwise I think I would have passed the incident off as a strange sort of dream.
I scare myself sometimes. I wonder if I was still sort of asleep when I thought it was almost time to get up? Or do I sometimes become almost...irrational?
So I got up, washed my face, put in my contacts, and went back to the bedroom, where I finally woke up enough to figure out that I had barely been asleep and I had seven and a half more hours before I had to be up. I was so tired that I didn't go take my contacts back out, and just went back to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up (at 7:00!) I felt that something was...different. It took me a few minutes to realize that I could the world was not a foggy blur and I could actually SEE, which meant that what I thought had happened had really happened. Otherwise I think I would have passed the incident off as a strange sort of dream.
I scare myself sometimes. I wonder if I was still sort of asleep when I thought it was almost time to get up? Or do I sometimes become almost...irrational?