I went to bed around 11:30 Sunday night, and woke up yesterday at 6:27. PM. I didn't think I was sick, though I hadn't been sleeping well as of late. So I got up at 6:30, had a bowl of Cheerios, and went back to bed around 7PM. Slept until 2:45 this morning. Got up for an hour, went back to bed around 4:00, and woke up for good around 6:15 this morning. So since 11:30 Sunday night, I slept around 29 hours, including 19 straight. I swear, when I got up at 2:45 this morning, I looked at my bed to see if my body was still there, I wasn't sure if I was dead. This is the most surreal feeling I've ever had in my life. Anyone else ever go through something like this, without being in a coma?