Part dream, part waking life. When I was in the army we were each delt our personal rifle to safekeep for the one year we would spend there, and as you can imagine misplacing your rifle was a big nono.
Keeping an eye on your rifle back at base was pretty easy but while out in the field, sleeping with 9 other guys in a tent, things could often get a bit messy and you had to pay extra attention at all times to your gear so as not to incur the officers wrath if any of it went missing. This was also during one of the first weeks I was in the army and with me being a bit
absent minded to put it mildly, I found the whole thing rather stressful.
So, we get back to base after the drill and are given a good nights rest. I dream that we are still out on the drill and that I've just woken up in our tent, but I can't for the life of me find my rifle. I get major panicky and start looking for the tent-opening but I can't for the life of me find it. I proceed to frantically tear at the tentflaps to get out when I notice a ray of light through the drapes. I think to myself ''drapes? wtf i'm in a damn tent'' when I realize I'm sitting in my bed clawing at the walls. Must have woken up somewhere along the line and not realized it.
It may not sound that bad, but I've never felt more panick in my entire life then I did in those seconds clawing at the walls.