This one’s mine: Have you ever had one of those mornings where your alarm clock goes off, so you turn it off, lay there a minute, then start going about your morning routine. Then, after (what feels like) a few minutes to half an hour later, the alarm clock goes off FOR REAL?
And then you lay there a couple minutes, totally confused why you’re still in bed because you could’ve sworn that you were already up and moving around for the day, only to realize you dreamed that first wake-up call?
…Damn, I hate those mornings.
Anybody else have that happen, and did it totally throw off your morning because you kept coming back to that thought every once in a while, wondering how that happened and why it felt so real? Or have you had some other thing affect you about the same way?