You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see

I am a concerned by the fact that I've almost sleep walked three nights in a row. Either that or I've at least woken up completely confused by my whereabouts.

The first time I thought I was at my house in the US. The second, I thought I was in a cave in the countryside of Argentina. The third, I thought I was in my dorm room at my university in the States. 

Let me just tell you, the cave instance worries me for two reasons. 1. I actually thought I was in a cave. 2. I went back to bed accepting the fact that I was sleeping in a cave. 

That's when I woke up in the morning and feared that I had completely lost it. 

As in, what is my subconscious really trying to sort out? Or suggesting? 

All I know is that the aftermath resulted in my Yerba Mate being spilled on the ground because in my attempts to get up and look out the cave window I must have knocked the bag over. 

Good thing I have to practically climb over the cars and use my skeleton key to get out of the house - or else I would legitimately be concerned about wandering the streets of Barrio Urca, Argentina.