Did I Die Last Night?

I'm not entirely sure--but I think I died last night.

I'm slightly confused since there was no bright light at the end of a dark tunnel. No glowing ephemeral ascending staircase.  No gates of pearl. No entertaining harps or lyres. No breeze from softly fluttering wings.  No tears wiped away. No contentment. I was not in the presence of Perfection, so I didn't go to Heaven.

But I know I was in the right place, because I'm assured of where my place will ultimately be--besides, there was also no fire and brimstone.

So where was I?  It's a question I may never know the answer to; however, I must have died--otherwise how can I explain not knowing how the following occurred?

Pet Product Dissimulation:
Someone tore the cat self-brusher from its base. Someone dumped the toys from the toy box.  Someone removed the slumber pad from the pop-up cat carrier. Someone added non-waste products into the litter box--namely, the sifter and the box of ziplock baggies used to police said litter box thrice daily. (That last thing might be somewhat telling--I went to bed last night before completing the final sift of the day.)

Redecorating:  
Someone moved the recliner about two feet--I did not care for the new placement as it was directly in my path. Someone removed my window treatment from one of the windows--I'm sure the windows are in need of a good washing, but I prefer to adhere to a cleaning schedule of my own choosing rather than being dictated to (is Someone channeling my Mother?!).  And horror of horrors, Someone removed several of my PWAT masterpiece from the walls!

Arts and Crafts: 
But it wasn't all destruction--Someone also had time for an arts and crafts project--shredded shabby chic lampshades!

Someone is so tuckered out today Someone is now the one sleeping the slumber of the dead--and that Someone is not me as I deal with the cleanup of my apparent death last night.