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Hmn, now this is some odd happenings.

So I have this dream, right? And the only part I can remember is right at the end where I (in the dream) am exhausted and hug/lean against a certain lady-friend of mine. Well, she think is best that we sit down before I crumble into a zero-energy mass, so she starts walking me (whilst I lean my head on her shoulder) over toward a park bench. (Weren't we just in a gymnasium??)
Well, the motion of walking/dragging me over to the bench caused my head to slip down... down her front a little over half a foot.
Now it should be clear why I didn't feel like just forgetting this dream.

Okay, so I wake up. And it's hours before I need to 'rise 'n shine', so I attempt to re-enter the dream. Creative, imaginative guy that I am, that shouldn't be hard, right?
True. I can see the dream-location in my head, I'm there, she's there. Now poke her, Elliot. 'Kay, that works.
But I didn't feel it. It's not me, it's "me".
Waitasecond... I'm in third person perspective, falling into a stage-1 sleep reconstruction (or continuation) of my dream, right? Okay, then WHY is it that I can't get back into my dream-self? I mean, the dream is even throwing in some odd things and non-sequitors like it would if it was a true dream. Because it IS.
BUT I STILL CAN'T GET MYSELF INTO IT!
Grrrrr....

Well. Does the counsel of my peers here on DV tell me anything about this conundrum?

Okay, so I had been helping tear down a Superchic[k] concert in a church in a nearby town that I've never been to before. (Because I had helped set up.)
As the last things were being loaded into their trailed, I walked back into the the backstage area, which was designed to also function as a small gymnasium.
I paused and thought for a moment...
I am in a what?
Big, empty room. [dreamsign]
With what?
A small number of people in the far corner. [dreamsign]
And there is what outside?
A trailer full of stuff.
Which is?
A sort of collection of things. [DREAMSIGN]
And what just got over?
A concert by a band that is probably a step up in popularity than this venue would be hosting.
And you're helping them pack away their gear?
Yes. (Hmm... that's weird)

...hey, what's that fifteen feet up the wall?
It's a door- wait, A DOOR?!?!?
Yes, it's a door.
What the heck is a DOOR doing a foot from the ceiling? Wait-

I promptly spent [roughly] the next 200 seconds performing up to two DOZEN reality checks, many of them multiple times.
No dice.

Whaaaaat??? All the criteria in the book have been fulfilled, I have GOT to be dreaming... right?

Well. I guess not.

I went to bed last night at 11:30, and I woke up this morning at 2:00 AM. I just KNOW that I had been dreaming, which is really weird, because that's way to early for me to be dreaming. The REM part of my sleep-cycle takes four hours at least to really get working, yet I had been dreaming.
Conclusion: I had a dream in layer 1, 2, or 3 of my sleep cycle.
An odd occurrence, indeed.