In sleep my fundamental thingy, "that which observes", is catapulted out of the matrix. To the shores of the outer world probably, further maybe. The stuff is real but hallucinating happens too. And I carry my universal translator with me too. Converting the strange experiencestuff into common time-space-meat format.

But yes, it is deeply strange. A profound loss of familiar context. And with it the associated anchors of memory.

So yeah