Granted, I'm really tired. Two weeks ago a major project started for which we invited participation from the public and other agencies US-wide. The response has been enthusiastic and the data has been rolling in at a much higher than normal level. And there's just little ol' me peddling as hard as I can to try to stay ahead of it. Or at least not completely drown under it. Long days without much in the way of breaks. And an inability to disconnect my mind at the end of the day - the brain is still skipping around, thinking about what needs to be done, things I need to look at, stats I need to provide. So I turn out the light and BING! I'm staring at the closet door and wishing Perry didn't feel that he has to plant his fat furry self in the exact spot I want to lay.
Last night was the same thing, splat into bed and then a racing mind. I had turned out the light and I was thinking about some information I wanted to winnow out from some files I created during day when suddenly, as clear and sharp as a bell, I heard "Mommy!". Huh!? Sounded like it came from right inside the house, on the front side. I sat up and listened. No repeat. I checked the front and the yard. Nothing. The back. Nothing. And of course now I was full of adrenaline and a lot of tossing, turning, and further listening followed.
Most likely explanation is that I had actually gone to sleep and it was part of a dream. But jeepers that was freaky.