No, that's your imagination running away with you.
What really happened is that you drank 8 pints, lost your wallet, picked a fight with your best mate, ate a bad kebab, trampled through your neighbours' flowerbeds on the way home, and then slept face down near your bed in a pile of vomit.
Of course, in the morning you remember none of this, which is where the adverts come in. You must've had a great time really