"--Gah!"
Spike woke up with a start, immediately sitting up in his bed. His breathing was fast and erratic, and his bed was soaked with sweat.
He looked at his palms. He let out a sigh of relief, knowing the world he was in seemed realistic. A quick look around the library confirmed his thoughts. Nothing seemed to be random, nonsensical, or out of the ordinary.
...Spare a lump under his blanket.
He lifted it up to look. After a moment, his gaze was directed upon the cause of the lump, and would no doubt explain any questions about his dream.
"...Bucking morning wood..."