Day in the life of an alter ego

Memories flash before me. The deep waters. This terrifying man bathed in black chasing me. And now a pillow begins to appear between my arms. The spot of drool becomes more and more distinct. I wake up the same, but I do feel slightly different. Strangely enough I notice myself turned upside down: my feet awakening where my head drifted into slumber the night before.

Without indulging a whim or thought otherwise I found myself almost instantly at the dining table, ready to eat the breakfast that I somehow prepared? But before I could unravel such a thought I realized I was already at school. Now I was home. My work was done too. All of a sudden day turned to night. And before I could take notice I was tucked into bed.

I woke up the next morning to those deep waters and that terrifying man. What, I wondered, do they mean. And what, I wondered as I laid back down slowly, does it all mean...