Just a pinch of crazy.
I can always tell when I've slept longer than I was planning because I wake up with a fuzzy memory of something borderline crazy and the inability to tell whether or not it actually happened. Case in point: I just woke up and hurriedly checked my email half-expecting an email from Matthew McConnaunaghey containing the pictures he took of the two of us with my father painting my family's dining room a really dark burgundy color after we met him at the airport on our way to Detroit and really hit it off. Maybe I was more than half-expecting this email as I was first disappointed he hadn't sent them yet and only later bothered to question whether or not I actually know Matthew AND THEN later still whether or not burgundy was a good choice for the living room.
In case you were wondering, he still hasn't sent the pictures.
In case you were wondering, he still hasn't sent the pictures.