Still raining, still dreaming

At some point in dreams last night, the reality of pouring rain weaved its way into my dream. I woke up (in the dream) and noticed it was pouring rain and was happy that i didn’t have to get up and could lay in my bed listening to the rain. I realized that i wasn’t in my own bed and it took me a moment to figure out that i was in my house but in the bedroom across the hall from mine. I could tell because my room has two corners (one out, one in) where the water pours off and the other room only has one corner and a long straight side and it’s not nearly as loud.

Then i woke up for real in my own bed and could hear the rain pouring off the roof from my two corners. And i was happy that i could lay there in my own bed listening to the rain cascading off the roof and didn’t have to get up (because it was apparently the middle of the night).