Last thing you can remember is getting ready for bed... And also the last thing that you will remember as being normal.
"I must be dreaming," was the only logical conclusion I could imagine. The last thing I remember doing, had been getting ready for bed. The rest is fuzzy... But that probably happens often when we're is lost in random thoughts while going through the motions of timeless routine.
Now there I woke up, laying on a patch of dead leaves, as if I, or someone, had made a bed from them. Either I am still asleep, or someone put me here.