Forgetting our own face

Have you ever gotten up forgetting what your own face was like?

When I got up this morning, I looked at my face in my bathroom mirror. Suddenly, I had a doubt that if the face reflected before me in the mirror was my own damn face. I then placed both palms on my face while studying it - it had an oval shape, some beard and mustache, two-layer eyelids, curve eyebrows, brown eyes, straight hair though a bit messy after waking up. That should be me. But why could I not recognize my own face? Why did I doubt the person in the mirror before me? Why did I have this kind of thought? Did I actually doubt my face? Or did I actually doubt my existence? Or did I doubt what I should do today? What do I want to achieve today? A lot of questions popped up in my head that I could not find an answer to. I then washed my own damn face that I could not recognize, dressed up, locked the door behind me, and drove down the road to the office as usual. Yet, my head still thought about my face, my existence, my goal, my ... Inattentively, half of my body was wet. A car roamed over a bottle of water and splashed onto me. I was then awakened. Those thoughts vanished in the traffic as I had to focus on the road before me.