I still play indoor soccer every Friday night. When I am trying to get to sleep, I often think back to my last game and try to remember the goals I kicked in every detail. In our game last night I scored five, so during the night each time I woke up I ran through them in my mind.
At some stage, around 2am, I had the thought; "No - there was six! That one where I was riding a horse in a race and I came off it, but then got on a motorbike and zoomed past all the other horses, and my riderless horse, and won the race. So that's six!"
Around 5am I was doing it again and I realised that I can't possibly count that, and also that I probably dreamed it.