Back when I still had dreams, my subconcious used to trick me.
I'd be asleep on the couch and wake up because of how horribly uncomfortable it was, and then try to will myself into getting up and going upstairs to find a bed to sleep on. At some point, I would do this, see that my own bed is miraculously unoccupied, and drift off into blissful sleep.
Then, a few moments later, I would wake back up on the couch and repeat the process. Again. And again. And again.
My subconcious is a dick.
I'd be asleep on the couch and wake up because of how horribly uncomfortable it was, and then try to will myself into getting up and going upstairs to find a bed to sleep on. At some point, I would do this, see that my own bed is miraculously unoccupied, and drift off into blissful sleep.
Then, a few moments later, I would wake back up on the couch and repeat the process. Again. And again. And again.
My subconcious is a dick.