That’s not uncommon. I woke up thinking that maybe my house or my soul was haunted, or that I was going crazy. Like, really crazy. Scary movie crazy. And then I saw an evil little man standing next to the bed and I latched onto the Lady Friend and stared him down, and when the sleep cleared out of my eyes I realized it was the curtains.
Later in the night I had a dream that I was reciting poetry. By all accounts, I was actually talking in my sleep, muttering the words of my poems.
All that said, it was actually a delightful night’s sleep. Energized!