My mom told me when I was like 12 that one night while I was asleep in the den, she came in and sat down to watch tv. Like 20 minutes in I got up and went through the kitchen, she assumed I had woken up so she yelled hey into the the kitchen but I didn't say anything. She heard the front door open and she was sitting there like wtf. About 10 minutes later I walked back in and said, "Where's my skateboard?" she told me, "Uh, I don't know, we'll find it tomorrow, lay back down." I laid back down, rolled over and started snoring lightly. She got up and went to the front door, it was wide open and her truck that she had at the time had all of its doors open as well as the trunk. I don't remember any of this in the slightest or even having a dream like that about my skateboard.
