Hermione didn't need to dream the rest of that day to know what happened next. The attack was still fresh in her mind, the details matched up exactly to what Antonin told her happened. Why she was able to remember those details wasn't clear. Maybe Rodolphus" spell wasn't designed to exclude every memory from that day? She couldn't be sure. When she reached the moment that she knew she was going to reach for that fork to shove in his eye, she forced herself awake. She sat up in her bed breathing hard, hoping she didn't wake up Antonin. He would want an explanation and she wasn't sure she had one to offer.