I woke up and walked down the hallway this morning only to find that my house had metamorphosed and all of the rooms were in different places. The first time it happened a stuffed animal tried to snap my hand off in its jaws, and that's when I realized I wasn't actually awake. I'd regain awareness in bed with a jolt, my eyes would open and I'd be in the present moment. Then I'd imagine myself getting up and walking down the hall again and the same thing would happen, with slight modifications. I saw A next to me, covered in scratches, and when I looked down at my arms I could see scratches all over them as well.
When I awoke in bed again I'd try to keep myself awake so that I could get up and end the cycle, but it wasn't working. I told myself, "I have to ask A if something unusual happened last night" because just before "waking up" the first time I was dreaming of taking a shower in our bathroom while he sat on the floor beside the tub and spoke to me.
I finally did wake up for real, which is why I'm sitting here typing this now. If I wake up in bed again after pressing "post entry," I think I will stay there for the rest of the day.