I awoke this morning surprised to be in a room with an identical layout to my bedroom in Chicago. It was very dark, so I couldn't see well, but I could just pick out the shapes of the bed, the hallway to the master bath and the doorway to the rest of the house. Looking out the door I realized that I was looking out into the common area at the hostel and I should probably put some pajamas or something on rather than walk out in my underwear.
I turned around and was struck again at how the layout of this room was identical to my home. I noticed additional details, a TV in one corner and a dresser next to my side of the bed. Heck a bed large enough to have a 'my side' is pretty notable by itself.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom and noticed that there were no slippers to wear while inside. "That's odd", I thought to myself. Finally, I flipped the switch on the bathroom light and it woke me up enough to realize that I was home.
Jet lag is a crazy thing...