As backstory, I sleep like the dead and if awoken tend to be somewhat delirious/confused (apparently my brother is the same way, so maybe it's genetic). I really don't like napping because I wake up so disoriented. Anyway, between my freshman and sophomore years of college, my best friend and I took a five week road trip from Ohio to a bunch of national parks in the western US with a cheap tent and my little 1988 Pontiac Sunbird. One night in Yellowstone there was a severe thunderstorm right overhead that was capable of waking me up. I heard rushing/pouring water and was convinced there was a bear peeing outside the tent. I woke my friend and kept telling her "there's a BEAR outside! It's peeing next to our tent!!" and made her get up, find her flashlight and tell me what time it was (3am) - no clue why i needed that info. Took me a while to regain my senses and convince myself it was more likely rainwater pouring off the rainfly or tarp...