At an old home and had come round like you would if you blacked out drunk, but previous section unremembered so the alcohol bit isn’t necessarily so, the only term that comes to mind is time dilation and completely baffled lucidity
But I didn’t know where I was either, as a paradox, and I couldn’t understand why I was attempting to find clothes to pack or why I couldn’t find them. Then I found a pile of jeans and a green coat, the coat belonging to an old house mate (which I thought about stealing as he was a prize cunt). Somehow my Dad showed up and got verbal that I was “12 hours late, what have you been doing?”. And I couldn’t answer him, because of the time dilation, not getting pissed up for decades and he’s dead
Wake up, go for a piss, go back to bed with a slight grin. Very psychedelic. We’re now at Evesham services, part a pitstop along the route to college. My Dad wants a snack, but none of the usual food gaffs are there - it was like a horseshoe, rammed, everywhere (that bit‘s blurry) had long lines and we have to hit the fuckin road. Then I see a cafeteria with a little old lady in a pinny, yet there’s hardly anything edible. I order 2 packets of scampi fries and a bottle of water. A bloke to the right of the kiosk points at my Forest shirt “your club are shit mate”, so I try and ignore but he kept chirping so I smashed him in the face
Wake up to kids screaming, couldn’t recall the first part until 10mins ago, so case filing it here