Almost played myself big time this morning.
My two alarms went off (twice in the case of one of them, since I snoozed it) and I, having already woken up once or twice during the night, figured I'd just lay there a bit longer under my blanket. It
was pretty cold, especially that early.
Needless to say, I was shortly back asleep and dreaming, dreaming some rather long, convoluted and, from what I remember, stressful dream that then led to me unexpectedly bumping into a family member I haven't seen in years (and have no desire to interact with irl).
We had a surprisingly good catch-up, and began pouring out our troubles to one another in a nice display of mutual support. I can't remember exactly what had been going on in the dream prior, but we had plenty to complain about - there were at least some rather dark themes involved.
Anyway, after she'd said her piece and as I prepared to offer my thoughts and advice on her situation, I rolled over and snuggled down a bit under the blanket and realised - hang on, I'm dreaming but wasn't I supposed to be awake and on the move ages ago?
I flung myself out of dreamland and jumped up, grabbed my phone and realise that yes, it was about fourty minutes past my 5 o'clock alarm. Yikes. Mild, sleepy panic ensued.
Somehow, though, and this is perhaps the biggest wtf of all, I still had time to cook+eat breakfast and do a full (albeit maybe somewhat groggy) set of exercise.
Still wound up being late, though, thanks to the bus I currently on being held up severely in traffic...