Maybe you were abducted ... and they took a tonsil which was about to go bad! I've had a couple of "accelerated time" incidents, myself, in years past, so I understand how confounding it can feel.
I used to get called from my home in Glendale, CA at 2:15 a.m. to go get my mother. She was a jazz & blues entertainer--one of the best--and occasionally she drank too much during the evening, and the bartender would take her keys and not let her leave. If he couldn't reach my step-brothers who lived in that area, he'd call ME ... and I lived 35 miles away, and had to be at work at 7:15 a.m. every morning, so getting rousted out of bed a couple of nights a week to drive from North Glendale to S/E Los Angeles County to drive her home was a constant aggravation, but I always did it.
One night they didn't call me until 3:00 a.m. which meant at least 25 minutes' drive in each direction, plus another half hour to get her home safely; it meant I might as well just stay up
when I returned to Glendale, because to go back to sleep would have been a moot point. I drove to Norwalk, got her to South Lakewood, and looked at the clock in my car. It was 4:05 a.m. when I pulled away from the curb at her house, and headed for the freeway which was 6 blocks away. I had to take the 91 Fwy. to the 605 Fwy. to the 5 Fwy. to the 2 Fwy, and even though at that time in the morning traffic was extremely light, I rarely drove over 80 miles an hour because I had a perfect driving record and didn't want any tickets or accidents.
When I merged from the 5 Fwy to the 2 Fwy something WEIRD happened--I looked around, and couldn't recognize where I was!
Everything seemed totally surreal. I had a moment of extreme panic--Did I turn onto the wrong Freeway? Did I fall asleep and miss my exit? Then just as instantly as it began, the episode ended, and when I pulled into my parking space the time on my car clock read: 4:45 a.m. I knew I had to get up at 5:30 a.m., so I was resigned to making coffee and getting ready for work, even though I was exhausted.
I walked into my apartment, laid down my keys, and went into the kitchen. The kitchen clock read: 3:30 a.m. Well, I thought there had been a power outtage, so I looked at my wind-up alarm on my bedside stand. IT read 3:31 a.m.! Then I looked at my watch ... my watch said $3:31 a.m.! I picked up my phone and called Time: "The local time is, Three-thirty two a.m. and 10 seconds..." I was confused, but not so confused I didn't immediately take advantage of the situation. I hurriedly crawled into bed and fell fast asleep, to be awakened by my alarm at exactly 5:30 a.m., right on schedule. I felt rested, not disoriented, and for the past 41 years I have often thought about that instance, and wondered if my aliens friends had taken great pity on my dedication to my mother's well being, and decided to give me a break ... OR, if I somehow passed through a rolling vortex, and recovered some of the lost time strictly by accident.
I will never know.