This wasn't spooky but it does relate to that confused period immediately after waking.
December 9th 1980. My Mum popped into my bedroom to give me a shout about getting up. Then, in a rather quiet, sad voice she said "Noddy shot John Lennon." and left. The next few moments as I wrestled myself free from sleep's grasp were amongst the most confused of my life. Had my Mum gone mad? Had I gone mad? Or, was I having a bizarre dream?

Of course she'd actually said "Somebody shot John Lennon" but in my confused state the first syllable failed to register and my brain totally misappropriated the second. It took me about five minutes to get myself downstairs, and a further few minutes to rationalise my thoughts sufficiently to ask about what my Mum had said.
So, for a short while, as the world grieved I was busy thinking that it was Noddy that did for him.
(Cave Duck, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 11:34, Reply)