The only time anything similar happened to me was in that bizarre twilight era slightly post-childbirth. I woke up suddenly, and found myself sitting on the sofa, nursing my child. Next to me was a soiled diaper, carefully bundled and taped shut, along with the pajamas I’d put my daughter to bed in. She was wearing entirely different pajamas. I’d gotten up, walked down the hallway, picked up my baby, changed her diaper AND pajamas, and started nursing her, all in my sleep.
The amusing thing about what happened was after I woke up I had a long debate with myself if I could claim a sick day for ‘mental anguish’ associted with my bizzare morning.
So, CRorex, if you’re scared to go home, where did you wake up?
Several weeks ago I woke up an hour before my alarm with a wet head, completely naked, with the bedside lamp and the television in the living room on. The next day I got into bed and was horrified to discover a strange dampness in the sheets, around my midsection. The funny (?) thing is that I don’t know if I pissed the bed or not. I did wash the sheets anyway. I’m under a good deal of stress right now and haven’t been sleeping well, so anything’s possible.