unstuck in time

This morning, when I woke up, I felt like a very, very long time had passed since I went to sleep. Like years or more. I didn’t recall anything more than maybe the vaguest wisps of dreams, so it’s not as if there’s years of experience here. Just a sense of… time has seriously passed.

This is the second time this happened this week. It’s never happened before. Every time I’ve gone to sleep and woken up, I’ve felt like about a night has passed. It’s like I have two internal clocks that have been in sync for my entire life, counting two different kinds of time that have always been in lock-step, until one week when things just started to slip.

Is something wrong with my brain? Is this just a momentary glitch that’ll go away? Are my studies in magic getting to the point where I’m going off on the astral plane for years and years of experience outside of my normal timeline, and I’m not able to remember them yet? Did I rewind myself to the earliest point I could reach after our increasingly-erratic President pushed the global thermonuclear war button? Am I just getting old?

I don’t know. All I can do is keep track of this experience and ask if this is a symptom of anything. Or maybe it’s a totally normal thing that some people get all the time and I’ve just never had it before for some reason.

And as icing on the cake, when I got up and looked at myself in the bedroom mirror, I looked like a different person. Like my skull was a little skinnier than normal. Like I was… vaguely elfin. That’s never happened before. It’s passed, my reflection looks like it always has now.

Weird.