This morning, after I thought was a pretty decent, uninterrupted sleep, Raegan asks me what the hell happened last night. She says I was in her dream, figuratively and possibly literally. She had been dreaming that we were for some reason shopping for an apartment (pre-house) and that at just the right moment, I (lying next to her) shot up in bed, bathed in sweat, and exclaimed, "But isn't this room bigger than the other one?"

Raegan woke up just enough to ask a couple follow-up questions:
"What room?"
"I don't know."
"You said something about a room"
"What are you talking about? I'm sleeping."

And then, apparently, I tried to sleep on top of her, which is nothing unusual, except that I was covered in sweat, as I mentioned before.

I vaguely remember her pushing me off.

The strange thing is this isn't the first time something like this has happened.