This has happened twice (count them…twice) this week. I wake up about 6-ish, glance at the clock, think about how wonderful it is that I still get to sleep for 30 more minutes, and go back to sleep and start dreaming.
Forty minuets later? I wake up, widely and suddenly, to realize that the most obnoxious repetitive noise in the world has not occurred. I check the obnoxious-noise-producing-machine, only to find that it is off. Off. When I am more than positive that I specifically turned it on the night before.
Which leads me to believe that, apparently, I have discovered a new skill. Who knows what it will lead to, what great, productive tasks I will soon be accomplishing in my sleep? I might even save the world.