This one has bugged me for years...

First thing to say is that I have great dream recall. Second thing is that between my bedroom and that of my parents (the only other people in the house) there were two closed doors and a very creaky landing. Third thing is that my parents are not practical jokers. Fourth thing is that I am generally of sound mind and had never taken any mind altering drugs. Fifth thing is we had two dogs, and three geese who made lots of noise if there were any strangers about.

One night, when I was about 16, I was dreaming merrily away that I was having dinner with some friends, chatting about the mundane things in life. In fact, upon reflection all the dreams leading upto that point had been calm and peaceful ones with no violence, anxiety or frustration. All of a sudden I was woken by a loud thud. I lived on a farm at the time and there were often strange noises at night - animals or whatever. I sat up to listen... nothing seemed amiss, so put my head back down to go to sleep again, but my pillow was not there. 'Fine' I thought, 'It must have fallen off the bed', so I reached down to get it... nothing there... I reached out further... still couldnt find it. At this point I suddenly got very nervous and snatched my hand back; trying to figure it out, I could only conclude that someone or something must have moved it! I turned on the light and scanned about... still couldnt see it. Getting more nervous now I did a quick check under the bed almost expecting to see someone there with my pillow... nothing. I stood up, heart pounding and there it was, lying neatly and squarely on the floor about 10ft beyond the end of my bed! I looked at it suspiciously for a while, checked out the room, even looked for hidden wires... one normal pillow. Eventually made it back to sleep with my cricket bat beside me.

Any ideas? Any similar experiences?